Friday, January 24, 2014
Going Boldly: Atlanta or Bust!
The Hubster and I are moving tomorrow.
The first move of our married life.
We've been waiting, dreaming, and praying for tomorrow for over a month (and in some ways, longer).
He'll be taking a new IT job, I'll be back to doing child care (in addition to Etsy), and we'll be closer to my family and many of our friends.
The Burrow is almost packed. I'm hiding out in our room as I type because it's the last semblance of order in our home. There are boxes and spreads of the last remnants of packing everywhere.
This move is our dream.
But it's a little heartbreaking to leave our first little love nest.
We spent our wedding night here.
This was the first place we welcomed our parents to our home.
Friends have come up from Atlanta, over from Covenant, down from Cleveland...
More than once faces have lit up in surprise at how often we have company...and just how many people you can fit in our little home!
John painted these walls and built our furniture with love and care, turning a (very) humble mobile home into a sweet little cottage.
We grew veggies in the summer, filled wine bottles with flowers, and hung succulents in the windows.
Obviously we'll still do many of these things in Atlanta,
but there's something about the first time.
Our first home.
Woven in all these things are our friends, especially all the lovely ladies I've had to tea.
One of them, probably the Burrow's most frequent visitor, asked me yesterday how it has been saying our goodbyes this week.
Honestly, I've been trying not to think about goodbyes.
We're all grown up, and Atlanta isn't far--that means there will still be visits and teas...
But I'm going to miss hugging JE and NS almost every day, swapping chocolate chips with SS in the library, whispering in class with KR and MK, Sunday afternoons with our small group...
Then I look forward:
Meals and games and walks and talks with Mom and Dad.
Tea and coffee with MD, MH, S&FtP.
The Reelets--who are growing up way faster than I care to admit.
Meals and homework and life with A&AS.
Breaks and holidays when "my girls" come to town, and we go to the Forum or out for Mexican, or a night in at our new apartment.
New friends that we don't even know yet--other newlyweds, young families, small groups, John's coworkers...
Visits from out of town friends--and a guest room to host them!
My favorite bike routes.
The luxuries of Target and Trader Joe's.
A sunroom-studio that I am determined to transform into arting heaven.
An aquarium--and eventually a cat and dogs, too.
The Someday Knightlets.
I hope we'll name our new home...and all the homes yet to come.
It's an old tradition that delights me.
I can't put into words the rush I got when I realized that everyone was catching on to calling our home here "The Burrow." It still thrills me. I smile every time.
So, we gather our skirts (proverbially), our belongings, and our courage and go boldly further south.
We are blessed.
We have been blessed here, and blessings won't stop with a move.
We will grow--in wisdom, love, experience, relationships, blessings, and grace.
"The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen." (Philippians 4.23)
Adventure well; Live fully.