There is something about packing up your entire house that brings so many thoughts.

Am I really doing this…Again?

Why am I doing this?

Why do I have so much stuff?

Why are boxes so hard to find?

I wish I worked at Costco and had access to 10,000,000 boxes every day.

Have I really not cleaned this corner for 2 years?

Oh! There’s my chapstick!

Hey! Money!

I have a lot of books.

Why do I have so many books?

Man, I love books.

Oooh, pictures.  I forgot about these pictures! (1 hour later)  Maybe I should get back to packing again.

I wonder if I can just leave this old Christmas tree holder/base here in the closet without anyone noticing.

Ewwww, there’s mold growing on the patio.  Or maybe it’s moss.  Note to self: Google how to get rid of moldy moss.

It’s the first day of Summer and I am inside packing my house…Next time, move when nothing is going on and the sun is not out.

Do I really need to keep this Cleopatra costume, Bumble bee costume, Wilma Flinstone Costume, animal print moomoo? Yep!

Why in the world do I have 4 boxes of  brand new IKEA Christmas tree ornaments?  I have not had a Christmas tree in 5 years…

I am moving.  I am leaving my Eastside condo and moving to the Deep South of my region.  Why?  Because I want to.  Because I need some change.  In my pocket, in my life.  I want to live in a real house, with a real yard, with a real person, with a real kitchen.  I love where I am and I am slightly anxious about leaving it but it’s good.  I know it’s good.  There is something about making yourself purposefully uncomfortable that gets you up and moving and thinking and dreaming again.  Rolling stones gather no moss.  I don’t really know what that means.  It’s hard to drive a parked car?  That ‘saying’ does not negate that it is good to put down deep roots, stay faithful and work out God’s will in your life with grace but I like moving, I like adventure, I like change.  As much as I don’t like it, I like it.  I like going through my stuff and thinking about why I am the way I am.  I like staying flexible.  I like finding which guys in my life are the most generous with their time and muscles.  It’s funny when you ask someone if they can help you move and they reply, “I’m busy all month”.  I didn’t even tell you the day! We all have our strengths I suppose.

Will I love my new place?  “Love”, in it’s purest form, isn’t based on emotion or feelings. So yes, I will “LOVE” my new place.  How long will I be there?  I don’t know.  Forever?  1 year?  2 years? 3 years? Until the homeowner kicks me out?  Probably 🙂