The last two times we have moved it has been a very sudden transition. Both moves were for work and my employer provided a moving service to come in, box everything up and drive it across the country. (One move was from Utah to Tennessee, the other was when we came back to Utah.) In those situations, we watched everything get packed up, got on an airplane and arrived at our new home.
This move has been much different. We have moved everything ourselves (with the help of some kind friends and neighbors!). There was no rush to get everything to the new home. We are only 1.5 miles from our old house, so it's pretty easy to go grab something if we need it. This long transition period has made the move more challenging for me in a very real way. Each time I go back to our old house, I become very homesick for this place we lived in for six years. Don't get me wrong...I LOVE our new home. When I am here, it feels like home. It is a wonderful, wonderful place for us. But when I walk in our old house, I am flooded with memories. Right now it is just an empty shell, and it feels so lonely. We are praying that a wonderful family can move in and fill it with love:)
Here's a simple example of the poignant experiences I have had there: Our sweet Jessica went through a phase where she would color pictures and tape them to our bedroom wall. They were the sweetest expressions of love, if not world-class artwork, and we treasured them. One of things we loved about them was the way she taped them up. We loved these so much, that a couple of them have remained on our wall for years. It broke a little piece of my heart to take them down the other day.
Thanks, Jesi, for bringing such a sweet innocence to our lives. You are a treasure!