Stages Of Moving

Moving day was a fright. Hours and hours of frantic work, made easier by wonderful friends and help. We got into our new town after four in the morning, got a hotel room, and then got to work mid-morning the next day. By that night, everything was in---either in the garage or in the house.....and now: where are my clothes?? where's the iron?? where are the sheets?? how about the towels! It's an adventure game. A big game of hide and seek.

It's been fun to start putting stuff away. I still feel like an imposter, though, in this house at times---a house so different from the one we left. And after several days of trying to get some semblance of order, I feel a sort of letdown, a melancholy, a strangeness overtake me. I know it's part of those stages of moving. A friend shared a wise thought passed on to her when she moved: when a plant is transplanted, there's often a period of time where it wilts before it blooms again. I don't feel like I'm wilting, by any means, but there will be adjustments.

That said, it's been as smooth an experience as we could've hoped for. The rest is gravy---I'm sure it will take a fair amount of time for everything to find its spot and place. Meanwhile, I intend to enjoy the ride and enjoy every lovely aspect of my new lovely spot.