7 hours
In approximately 7 hours, Jeff and I will be on our way to our new home. Seems so weird to say our new home, since we don't exactly have our own home, but we will eventually. So we'll be on our way to our "intermediate" home in Laurel, Md.
It's my last night living here. I've moved before but this time seems much more definate. Who knows if I'll ever move back, all I know is that I'm going with my husband to follow his dreams. And while following his dreams, mine will be realized as well. I'm excited about tomorrow, about driving down the road in our new car with it's Md plates on it, chock full 'o stuff, having 7 hours to sit and talk or be silent with Jeff.
I love being grown-up with him. Sounds silly, but I just love the thought that we're married, starting our lives together and going on this adventure trusting God and each other. So grown-up, isn't it? I recall seeing thousands of other cars full of stuff, families in them, talking, sleeping, laughing as they drive, and I think, wow, we're one of those families now. It's our turn to go on an adventure!
I'm ready for it. I'm ready for the changes, for the challenges, for the excitement, for the growth that will happen to both of us collectively. I'm ready for the practical things too, like unpacking the stuffed car, setting up our room (ha, our room!), becoming healthier by exercising and eating better, ready for Jeff to learn his new job, to find a place of our own, and to find a church we can belong to. There have been many sad moments the past few weeks/months. But now I'm ready. I feel like things should be more dramatic you know? Like I should be crying or reflecting on all that's happened while I prepare my heart and mind for tomorrow. But at the same time, I think: I've had those moments. Yet, there's still something in me that places expectations on my experiences. My friend Louise would be lecturing me (a good lecture) right about now about how I don't need to have expectations but instead just be in the moment, and not be so hard on myself. And she's right. So I'm listening to her, but still, there is that tiny voice that says, "think of all that's happened, reflect, reflect, reflect!" Louise, I'm taking your advice right now, but when I call crying cause I miss you and others, you'd better have some wise words for me!
Well, Jeff is falling asleep on the couch, Mom is home from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and I need to go to bed soon. Here's to Buffalo!
It's my last night living here. I've moved before but this time seems much more definate. Who knows if I'll ever move back, all I know is that I'm going with my husband to follow his dreams. And while following his dreams, mine will be realized as well. I'm excited about tomorrow, about driving down the road in our new car with it's Md plates on it, chock full 'o stuff, having 7 hours to sit and talk or be silent with Jeff.
I love being grown-up with him. Sounds silly, but I just love the thought that we're married, starting our lives together and going on this adventure trusting God and each other. So grown-up, isn't it? I recall seeing thousands of other cars full of stuff, families in them, talking, sleeping, laughing as they drive, and I think, wow, we're one of those families now. It's our turn to go on an adventure!
I'm ready for it. I'm ready for the changes, for the challenges, for the excitement, for the growth that will happen to both of us collectively. I'm ready for the practical things too, like unpacking the stuffed car, setting up our room (ha, our room!), becoming healthier by exercising and eating better, ready for Jeff to learn his new job, to find a place of our own, and to find a church we can belong to. There have been many sad moments the past few weeks/months. But now I'm ready. I feel like things should be more dramatic you know? Like I should be crying or reflecting on all that's happened while I prepare my heart and mind for tomorrow. But at the same time, I think: I've had those moments. Yet, there's still something in me that places expectations on my experiences. My friend Louise would be lecturing me (a good lecture) right about now about how I don't need to have expectations but instead just be in the moment, and not be so hard on myself. And she's right. So I'm listening to her, but still, there is that tiny voice that says, "think of all that's happened, reflect, reflect, reflect!" Louise, I'm taking your advice right now, but when I call crying cause I miss you and others, you'd better have some wise words for me!
Well, Jeff is falling asleep on the couch, Mom is home from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and I need to go to bed soon. Here's to Buffalo!
posted by Kelly | 10:29 PM
1 Comments:
I miss you already!
Have a safe trip. May God's angels surround you and protect you!
Who knows, after next year when I am retired we might just be able to come and visit for a spell!
Love, xoxo
Frank
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