Moving

It is not an easy thing, this journey of change. It is not without heavy heart, yet also with relief. There is regret and sorrow, excitement and anticipation.

We learned a few days ago we are losing our house after a battle of good faith on our part lasting a year now. We have lived in this house for fifteen years. I carried my daughter in my arms through its door two days after her birth. Her measurements are on the wall beside the front room closet door as she's grown over the years. It was our first owned home together and may be our last - depending on the future. It's where we have watched the world change, our child mature, our marriage wan and strengthen. It is the place we have entered as a refuge from the outside world every day. It was ours.

Tomorrow, our girl gets home from Girl's Camp and we will tell her where her new home will be. She'll spend some time at a good friend's house this next week who had to make a move, though with much more change in her life, just a couple of years ago. She will help her through it. Of course, they are so resilient, these precious spirits we are allowed to borrow from Heavenly Father for a time on this earth. Her faith and courage and inner strength will get her through this (with a little help from her friends).

We will be downsizing by just under 500 square feet. We must sell some furniture, have another yard sale, hope that my brother will store a couple of sentimental items that I'd hoped my daughter could pass on to her own children one day. We will go through books and old movies to sell. There is so much to be considered, so many decisions to be made, some sacrafices. But in the end, we will stay together as a family. We will put our things in our new home and make it our own. In the end, everything will be alright.