I have been very hesitant to post regarding our cross country move as it still feels very “other-worldly” we have not landed in our new home yet, currently interloping for the summer in Bangor, Maine.
Shall I digress? A bit, perhaps.
We decided after what feels like years of deliberation to move our small and lovely colony to Maine, the homeland for mom and a place of endless excitement.
So, we did it and it has all gone exactly according to our plan thus far and the kids seem completely on board, but there is a part of it that feels unfinished, I keep waiting for the other “shoe to drop”. My imagination has images of weeping and wailing children and complaining and thunderous appropriations on why oh why are we in Maine?
But what I see is this:
It is unfinished yes, we still have a few weeks to go before we move into our new home. For the last six weeks our entire life’s belongings have been sitting in a storage locker a few miles away, an infinite distance for all of us. Everybody wants some stability, some concrete reminder of our lives as we left them. A particular stuffed animal, Dad’s sushi, a backup for my computer, the list is varied and long in each our our minds.
I know we will get there and soon, and I truly wonder what it will be like to reflect back on this time, but for now I am truly thankful for how tightly knit we are as a family.