What did you do on Friday morning?

I sat, worried, waited and prayed. As you'll see, the packers came. Inspecting the mountains of stuff, though drastically reduced due to insane shipping prices, I thought "No way!" The guys came, said we'll be done by noon (starting at exactly 8), and that all of it and more would fit. So I was still a doubter, just call me Thomas.

Getting started

They worked really fast!

The containers

trying to take a break from worrying

we even got Noelle to worry with us

very thorough

and did I mention quick?

First one full! And at this point I'm thinking, what if it doesn't fit what else can I live without? What else can I sort out?

Second one full! And can you believe it? He said, not quite full, what else you wanna send? I could not believe it, metaphoric weight fell from my shoulders (wouldn't it be nice if worrying made actual weight fall off?).

And they were off at 12:15! Just like he said, we thought he was crazy, that there was no way they'd be done that quickly. I guess that's what 20 years of experience'll do for you. I'm sure there's a spiritual lesson to be learned it that...

I must say, that though we are living in a pretty empty house, it is quite a relief to know (or hope?) that our stuff is on its way. One step closer to establishing a new household. Home really is where the heart is and you don't need stuff for that. We are so blessed with a wonderfully healthy family, friends willing to help see us off and then get settled on the other side.

That's all folks!!

Happenings...

It is exhausting as we get ready to leave.

Saying goodbye to our sofa.

Singing at church

celebrating 30-something

looking good

reading a book


Driving home yesterday from Peine, it hit me. This is the last time we'll drive down this road. I teared up, but didn't cry because in the very next moment I thought about how very exciting the next chapter will be. That's about where we are, sad and happy, at nearly the same time. The packers come next week, which will be extremely sobering as the only remaining things will be that which is left behind or on the plane with us. I keep thinking about a song we sing at church "zwischen zeit" (time between). As much as I don't like being between places, it has made me think a lot about home. Home can be very relative if you've moved around a lot, but Jesus talks about a home I definitely don't want to miss out on. I think I'd really like a place where there are no tears, until then, I guess I'll just have to get used to the time between.