And We Moved
We moved. Ahhhhh, moving.
First, the packing. Packing all the minutiae of STUFF that makes up our life causes me to feel ravenously minimalistic. I start to dream about a monastic life of material simplicity; every family member lined up with one satchel each, like the Pevensie kids when they’re leaving London.
There’s a strange feeling of vulnerability, too, when people enter your home to help you move and all the entrails of your life are hanging out, artlessly and unattractively thrown in boxes, tubs, and perilous piles.
Then there’s the actual act of moving, which is like being inside a snow globe with all your boxed possessions (not glued down). You get vigorously shaken up as everything goes into a truck, then it all falls down into your new home in all the wrong places and you get to spend the next day putting it all back together.
The whole thing can be a bit disorienting, especially when you land in a new city, too. Last night, as I was trying to fall asleep I had the strange sensation that I was being carried along endlessly on a moving conveyer belt, similar to feeling the ocean waves even after you’ve left the water.
One of the enduring images from moving day that I will carry with me is baby Susanna in the middle of our old living room, snuggled in her lilac baby blanket; sound asleep in her bouncer, with men and boxes in constant motion around her like an upset ant hill. Later at the new house, she slept curled up in the curve of the Boppy pillow on our bed, a sleepy Queen Bee presiding over the beehive of boxes and piles.
Her innocent albeit sleepy presence in our new home tethers me back to earth and stops the conveyer belt; she doesn’t even know we moved. Here or there, Buffalo or Nixa makes no difference to her. Home for her is us: Abby’s voice and Daddy’s arms and most of all me. I am the axis on which her little life turns and she is not disoriented. All is well in her world.
And mine too.
*A special thank you to all who helped us move: both sets of parents who did the most work of all (thank you, thank you, thank you), the guys from FBC Nixa who braved the FREEZING temps to pack and unpack our truck, the Connect Group who fed us and cheered us on our first night in Nixa, the cookies and welcome basket from Kristy and Donna, kind-hearted well wishes from friends at FBC Buffalo, and the many, many prayers from friends far and near. Thank you so much.