Last Saturday night I sat in my in-laws' truck clutching my iron as tears brimmed up and over. We were making one last trip and we were anything but done with the moving process. I had a moment where I saw myself holding on to that iron so tightly and I realized that I have a long way yet to walk on the pilgrimage of letting go.
That first night after you move, the one where you straddle both houses, the one where you want so much to settle into the new but can't until you've put a pretty punctuation mark on the old, is the hardest part for me. It's that moment where you think it might not get done.
But there is nothing like the feeling of a full night's rest and a day of family time to refresh you and make you realize that it's ok. I knew it as I death-grip clung to my iron. I have to let go. To let others do and not feel the need to worry over them or their doing. I knew it on Saturday but believed it on Sunday. And. We did it. We moved from start to finish in one week. By start I mean one box packed. By finish I mean my husband is picking up the last five things in the yard this very minute. I believe it is a personal record.
2 comments:
I knew y'all could do it! Hope you're getting settled in.
Thanks for your encouragement on the house-selling process. Yes, I have all those feelings I posted, but I completely understand what you shared as I'm not at all ready to leave this house either. I know I'll cry the last night I sleep here and probably the first night in the new house too. That's going to be a fun post. BTW, your children are beautiful!
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