When the Movers Came: October 2016

On a sunny but cool day in Tennessee we woke up and ate a quick breakfast. We sat in anticipation and silence as we waited for the movers to arrive. This would be the beginning of the ball of change rolling in a forward motion. Once those movers arrived there would be no going back. Who we saw during the next two days would be the last of our friends we would see until we can come back. We stared at the house. At the mess waiting to be loaded into our vehicles. We hugged. We prayed and we let God take control.

This little truck and a slightly bigger one were the bringers of change. We let the packers in and watched as our life in Tennessee was packed away. We watched the next day as everything was loaded into another truck.

This was the bulk of my kitchen. I stood before these boxes, ran my hand across them and I sighed. The past and the future is now in these boxes. I appreciated the neatly written labels. I loved the one that said it included bake ware. I felt that the packer understood the importance of my cookie sheets and muffin pans, this was the ones that I dared leave behind. I had two of each already in the trunk of my car.

I looked on in awe at all the boxes in my daughters room. How on earth could all her toys be in one place? Well, all the toys that were not stuffed in a bag waiting to be loaded into the van.

 

After day one we had a TV and our queen sized bed. This is the view of all the boxes stacked by our bed. I looked at it in wonder. And the thought prevalent in my mind, was if our bed frame will fit into our new bedroom with space to walk around it and not knock your knees on it.

 

Just a small view of my son's room. Everything was in a box, except for the contents of that closet. Behind that door was my oldest son's clothes. A Radio. A comic book. Unfortunately he was the one person in our family who would not be making this journey. I hated to leave him behind. To know that the situation he is in isn't the best, but I could not find a way to change the situation. I'm leaving this part up to God. I'm trusting in my Dad and my sister to keep the local lines of communication open while I do my best from a distance.

Day two they came to load up all of our stuff.

Now we wait on it to be delivered to us at our new house.

The night before we leave, we have a sleepover in the living room, even our little Chihuahua sleeps on the blankets. My Dad had several couch cushions that he loaned to us for a bed. I let the husband and the kids have them and slept on the piled blankets instead. I was also the first one up at 5:45a. Our second day leaving from Columbus Ohio, I was also the first one to rise.

Even though I woke up so early on our first day, we actually did not roll out of town until 9:30a. We had breakfast with my Dad and then a small snafu with the bank. All ended up being good and we made it to our destination the next night.

We left this space empty. Ready for my Dad to fill with his stuff. I know the emptiness will echo with the laughter of the two youngest and the shouts between my oldest and I. This house has been with us since 2005 and as it is now, it shall continue to be ours for quite some time.

This little car came to us in 2008. It was mine before I met and married my husband. It has been everywhere, including El Paso Texas. This van, purchased in El Paso, is only beginning the journey with us. They drove well and we are thankful for that.

October 19, 2016