So this is happening.
In less than a month, we'll be closing on our house and moving in. And while I know this change will do me good, I can never get excited about packing. This time is no exception.
But as I tape those boxes, I keep reminding myself this move will be the last for at least a few years - and maybe more. I've moved almost every year for the last 14 years. That's too much change for me.
But this change - this one, really big change - just a little over a year after that other really big change is so exciting. I can't wait to turn the key in that door and know that it's OUR key and OUR door. I can't wait to put down roots. It's a cliche, I know. But it's so perfect. It says exactly what I mean.
I can't wait to root myself to a place, to a home, to a community. I can't wait to grow from that place.
So I pack. I move through the overwhelm and the feeling of impossibility when I look at a room full of stuff, and I pack.
I pack and I pack and I pack.
It's so worth it.