On the Move
It’s been a year since we moved to the beautiful crisp state of Washington from sunny California. And we decided to move (again). Moving for coach’s career opportunity means doing so very rapidly before the busy period starts and also to minimize that time of solo parenting. After living in our gorgeous home for a year though, we discovered lack of accessibility to a main road let alone any stores within reach. By the grace of God, after being on a mad house hunt, we found something perfect for our needs and only a whopping 6 minutes away from my husband’s work (#HUGEwin).
We literally picked up the keys the day we arrived back to WA from the pro-bowl in Orlando. Then the madness began. Within a week we packed the entire house ourselves and loaded the endless boxes in a truck and moved every single piece of furniture ourselves. A week later we packed the entire garage and again – packed and carried every single bin, weight, squat rack and some – just the hubs and I!
Now we are in the stage of cleaning of the old house and figuring out how our furniture and decor fit the feng shui of the new home. BUT the main intent of me sharing our recent move is to reveal what I discovered about myself during this transition:
Minimizing is constant – No matter how many times I do a deep clearing of clothes, shoes, or toys, it just isn’t a “one and done” type of process. What I find to be the true impactful change is in the behavior of buying, needing, wanting things. I should pause and reflect on what I NEED rather than taking advantage of a sale for something I might already have (like a potato peeler for instance).
Grief ebbs and flows – There are things I don’t typically see often that stay in bins packed away. A few important things that are difficult for me to visit and sit with are things belonging to my mom who passed 4 years ago. I came across her wallet and of course I opened it and went through her cards, ID and personal info and I just cried. I sat and cried for the love I have for her and how much I miss her being around to see my family grow. I didn’t hurry through those bins, I didn’t brush away the thought – I sat with the grief without solving for it and it was healing for me in that moment.
Our family dictates belonging – Having moved 4 times in the last 2 years can take a toll on my 2 kiddos. Yes, they think things are fun and games with new adventures and new bedrooms. But they also ask me about their old home or the family we used to live very close to in Cali. What I realize is that my call to action is to help my children (and myself) FEEL the sense of belonging – to always speak of God’s word, always love, always provide a safe space, always ask questions and be curious rather than assuming or continuing to get things done from our “to do” list. Our family dictates a sense of belonging, NOT just the home itself.
I share these things with you in hopes it will help bring you a deep breath, especially if you are in a transition period yourself.
What do you learn about yourself when it’s time to move or transition?
Light + Love,
Bev
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