There are boxes everywhere and I am hiding from all of them for a moment because my thighs are the sorest part of my body right now!
And it’s friday night! No one should be here packing on a Friday night. Unless…you are the husband and you are the superhero packing away after work while your wife puts her feet up for a bit! The only thing I am missing now is a glass of my favourite Amarula :). Note to self: “replenish Amarula for the new place as soon as possible”).
Despite the choas of packing and the humour of finding longlost items, I am enjoying going into forgotten corners of this house and finding memoirs from friends, projects the kids did, and gifts like the one below that my friend made for me almost three years ago.
It’s a scrapbook of our trip to London and Germany. A graduation trip, blended with seeing friends and very significantly meeting my sister in Germany for the first time.
As I am packing for our new home in a few days, I can’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this journey we are on here in the US. This land our feet threads, upon, the lives we, encounter and scrapbooks of memories we are making and tucking away into our hearts.
I remember the words of a friend three years ago,when the prospect of a move to the US had not even entered our minds. She said: “I just know you are leaving on this trip and coming back to announce that you are packing your bags and going for good”. I remember laughing at her words, because they came at a time when nothing in the circumstances of our life gave any hint of that possibility. I will not forget that on that trip, I was madly in love with my man, delighted to have him to myself, without the kids and it seemed getting away, made us alive and we were reminded or our love for the nations and for reconciliation and celebrating people and places.
So here we are three years later. We did leave shortly after that UK/Germany trip and its been two years since we landed in the US. And as we pack up to move “next door”, I am remembering people and places far and near, and I am deeply deeply grateful for life in new spaces whilst cherishing the old ones. Life is full of surprises.
Maybe this year has new things in stored that have never even entered the realm of your imagination. I wonder what things will be purged out of our lives to make space for new ones. I wonder what new memories we will be capturing. I intend to own the space I am in. To savour everyday and be present in it, not wishing it away or discounting the gems it may bring.