I haven’t written here since just before we moved. I am certain that all who are reading this have experienced moving in some form, or to some degree. For us, this move is the second in one year’s time and the 4th in 5 years. We are kind of pros and we’re also tired.

This particular move was somewhat difficult. We couldn’t do the typical gathering of boxes, packing weeks ahead, stacking the boxes in preparation and then loading and moving on one big day. We were dealing with many little brown creatures, most call them roaches, and they love to nest in boxes and books and, well, pretty much everything. I’m not talking about a few roaches. I’m talking hundreds. We had to clean through each and every item while packing, pack a box and immediately take it outside. So much of the packing and moving happened on the fly. It’s extremely exhausting. The good news… we are in a much better, much nicer place, in a safer neighborhood. It’s a true blessing and it’s a relief to be able to close my eyes at night and not worry that someone is going to come bursting through the door in the middle of the night, or that gunfire will be going off outside my window.

So now the nesting begins. I’ve been unpacking, moving stuff around, standing in rooms and looking, imagining, thinking. It’s not going quite as quickly as I would like. Life has a way of interrupting the process. I have experienced two migraines and was down for two days with a vicious stomach virus (truly vicious!).  My weekends are pretty much dedicated to working and family and resting. So I’ve had little nesting time. But really? What’s the rush? It’s a process that I will savor and enjoy and I will just take one day at a time and deal with each life “item” as it comes. One thing at a time, one day at a time.