It’s hard to believe that tomorrow is the day. The day things start new. The day things will be different on a day to day basis, different from the way I have done things every day for the last 1 1/2 years.

Tomorrow is the day we are moving.

Why is this a big deal, you might say? Well… it’s not just a simple move down the street (like it was when I moved from my parents house to the house we bought when we married). It’s a longer move than I have ever made in my life- 1 1/2 hours away- and it’s pretty scary. I’m moving away from everything I’ve ever known… The street I’ve lived on for 20 years, the Meijer I’ve grocery shopped at with my mom for years, the Walmart I’ve tentatively walked into more times than I care to remember- but most importantly, the people I have lived around. My church family, the friends I’ve made over the years; It’s hard to imagine that I won’t be here anymore.

I will have to re-memorize how to get to places again- and trust me, if you know me well enough, you know that is a big deal. It has taken me quite a long time to feel comfortable enough to be able to drive somewhere on my own without getting lost in a field somewhere (or ending up in anther state altogether. That’s actually almost happened). I will also have to learn to do a lot of things by myself- not that I don’t know how to do those things, but, being the nervous and anxious person that I am, I usually always have someone go with me numerous places- whether that be the grocery store or the doctor’s office. And it was almost always my mom who went with me to these places…so now I have to learn how to do these things without relying on her to help me get through them. Even now, I can feel my blood boiling from apprehension to the thought of having to be on my own. Don’t get me wrong, I will still have my husband to help me out with these simple things (since he knows I have these problems). But, I know he won’t always be there to drive me to work, to take me to the grocery store, or to escort me to a doctor appointment. And, it won’t be my mom. Me and my mom have a pretty special bond- we’ve been there for each other, through thick and thin, countless hours spent talking, laughing, and crying together about our individual issues. We have, what I would call, the ideal relationship. And I feel more than blessed for it. I thank God often for the fact that I have such a wonderful mother, knowing she will always be there looking out for me, even if I am over an hour away. That, my friends, will be the hardest part of this move- learning to live without her right down the street.

In the end though, I know that it will all be right. It will work out, and, if for some reason it doesn’t, I know we can always just move again. Even move back. But, if and when that point comes, I know things will continue to be alright. The Lord is with me, and I can make it through these days. It’s going to be hard at first, most likely, but I know I will get used to it. It’s just a new chapter, in the same old book of life. Bah, maybe it will even be the most exciting chapter in this book- well, until a baby makes it’s way into the story. (*crossing fingers*) But seriously, things will be alright.

At least, I have to keep telling myself that. Wish me luck! I’ll be back soon with a more, well, helpful blog post. But, it’s my duty to keep my folks updated about my life. Next time I post a blog, I’ll be doing it in my new office. See you on the flip side!


“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6 NIV


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