Bubble Wrap and Boxes

     Let me begin by saying I strongly dislike packing.  The moving part can be exciting, yes--but the accompanying preparations (read packing) is repellent.  That being said, i am finding the packing this time to be quite a spiritual lesson for me. When we first moved into this house 4 years ago, I was in my mid-thirties and grieving the loss of my mother.  My father was moving in with my husband and I, and our pets Gizmo and Cubby.  Four years later, I am approaching 40, we have said goodbye to my father, as well as that cat and dog--though we now have Sasha to ease some of the loss. My husband has been forced to make job changes that did not work out, and has faced medical issues.

     A great deal has happened in my life these 4 years--more than I have allowed myself to truly acknowledge and face.  I've just plugged along and taken each day as they came, not looking at the whole of it. This move is forcing me to really be with that understanding for the first time.  Sorting through the mishmash of things collected over the years, I also sort through my memories and examine where I am in life.  More importantly how I am in life.  

     The last few days have been hard, and I expect the next few days will be even more difficult as we say goodbye to this house that we have lived in longer than any other residence since we have married.  This house that somewhere along the way became home to us.  As we close the front door to the house for the last time, we will also be closing an incredible chapter of our lives.  

    For all this, however, I hold close to my heart the saying that one door much close before another can open.  As long as my husband and I face that door together, we can handle anything.  And for that, I am beyond grateful.

As always...