Day Twenty-Five: Orang Asing
You know the hard thing about for real moving? It always reminds me of something that I already know: I don't fit here, and I never have.
Day Twenty-Four: The Straw and the Camel's Back
There will come a day, in the midst of your unsettling and resettling and general change, when there will be a straw that will break the proverbial camel's back.
Day Twenty-Three: Sibling Support
Growing up the way my sisters and I did, we learned early on that the only constants in our lives were each other, and we made our sisterhood count.
Day Twenty-Two: Tired
The second bathroom didn't get cleaned today. All the cleaning supplies are sitting on the sink waiting for me, and there's an empty spot on my To Do list that is just begging for a check mark. This would bother me except I'm too tired to drag myself off the couch and go back upstairs to clean.
That, and I have the hiccups, and hiccups are the worst.
Day Twenty-One: Bee Stings
When we enter into seasons of change in our life (whether by choice or by chance), there will be pain--most if it will be worse than bee stings--because it is impossible to go through the between without some form of discomfort.
Day Twenty: On Repeat
I'm going to explore my future here as a professional broken record. Bear with me.
Day Nineteen: Some Sunday Silliness
On the first day of unpacking, the movers gave to me…
...a decimated front door wreath!
Day Eighteen: Home
I've been raiding our local library, and this week enjoyed Kate DiCamillo's Flora & Ulysses. It was a sweet and quirky book, and it got me thinking more about home…and what home means, especially when we're between places and relationships and jobs.
Day Seventeen: Leaving or Left
There are two kinds of people in this world: the kind who leave and the kind who get left.
Day Sixteen: The Nesting Place
It has been one month exactly since we moved in to our new home. When I say "moved in", I don't mean "since the movers brought all of our stuff", but rather, one month since we unpacked the pets, the kids, our suitcases, and some mattresses that we brought in the trailer. The movers arrived a couple days later.
Day Fourteen: Leaving Space
Sometimes life is just very full. And we need to leave a little space around the edges to breathe.
Day Twelve: Mind Games and Missing
Every place we go, every season of life that we are in, there are good things and bad. Everyone knows this. And everyone knows that sometimes it's the littlest things that make the biggest difference.
Day Eleven: A Taste of Memory
There is an accumulation of tastes and scents that make a home. What those tastes and scents are may not be something that you can necessarily predict or choose.