Monday, April 23, 2012
My family and I will be making an interstate move soon.
We're moving much closer to our extended family--within a day's drive of everyone. We'll be able to see our aging parents more frequently, and my daughter will be able to see her beloved cousins too. I won't say specifically where we're moving for privacy reasons, but I want to talk about the internal journey that accompanies our move.
This is a very turbulent time, emotionally, but in the best way ever!
Only after this move was finalized did I realize that we've been living in limbo for over ten years, spending a couple of years in Atlanta, four years in Ohio, then five years here in the southwest..
Don't get me wrong: we have loved our time in the southwest, where we've made many close friendships that will not end just because we move.
But here's the huge difference about this move: in 2012, we are going somewhere to STAY.
When we moved here, we never knew if we would stay in the southwest. My husband took a job opportunity, and we were happy to come explore a sunny, warm climate. Whether we would stay was always an open question, because we love it here, but our family is very far away.
But for our upcoming move, we know that we're about to put down roots, God willing, for a long time, Maybe decades. Maybe the rest of our lives. Having grown up in an Air Force family, I've never lived anywhere longer than five years in my whole life.
Tomorrow, we'll close on our new house. It's beautiful. We'll have land and horses. I've never owned my own horse, though I've worked with many other people's horses over the course of my life, and learned a fair amount in several equestrian disciplines--plus a lot about horse care. Getting our own horses is the fulfillment of a lifetime dream.
Our life already feels different, because we're going to a home, not another way station. We're energized, making long-term plans. We haven't made long-term plans like this for our whole marriage. It's exciting--it feels great. It's funny to think this is how many other people have lived for a long time, with roots, community ideals, networks of local friends made over decades. Now, we're going to be able to really settle into our community without wondering if we're going to make another move in five years.
I'll miss our friends here very much. For the past few weeks, I've been emotionally-stirred whenever I sit in church on Sundays. It has been the only time when I can sit still and reflect, and so I find myself processing the move, the ups and downs of our time here, the sadness of leaving. (I am paying some attention to what's going on in church. :-) It's just that everything in the worship taps into spiritual issues related to our current situation.)
I've been a stranger in a strange land all my life. This move to a permanent home feels a little bit like heaven.
How is your moving status? Are you rooted down and loving it? Rooted down and restless? Or a nomad, as I have been for my whole life? What represents 'home' to you in this earthly life?