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I
wrote in September of our move from Washington to Georgia. Once in
Georgia, we looked for a house in order to resettle quickly.
The
move into a new home took less time than the moving out from our home
in Washington. But the moving in had its own set of difficulties.
After we found the house that met our needs, we made an offer. Thus
began the back and forth ordeal between agents, loan officers, and
others as we tried to buy the house we wanted as our home. It was a
very tense time, made so by the miscommunications, undefined goals,
the divided attention of the seller's agent and the general "fog
of war" that happens in many human endeavors.
Nevertheless,
the last week of October brought the day we signed the papers to
close, and all the aggravation and heart burn became a "bad
dream." The sellers and we buyers were very happy to be through
with the process and heartily shook hands. Cordiality was the order
of the day.
Filled
with delight, we moved into our new home.
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And
we moved in. And in. And we are still in the process of moving in. It
takes more than the delivery of boxes and furniture, painting and
cleaning, sorting and storing. It takes time.
We
have been in this house since the first day of November. We've
celebrated Christmas with our daughter
here,
as well as the Super Bowl with our daughter and oldest son (that was a
wonderful gift of grace), we learned of our youngest son's engagement here, hosted a new friend to tea, and we await
the arrival of an old friend's visit this month. We have prayed and
studied, worked and created, laughed and cried, grown closer together
as a couple... And yet we still experience the loss of our former
life together, in that other place, with those other people, and
those other prayers, deeds, emotions, and the feel of those
particular familiar habits of our past.
Each
day here
we
move away from past, planting our feet one step at a time into the
now and into a future reality.
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As
I have pondered our move, I am reminded of others who have done and
are doing the same thing. The woman from North Carolina who engaged
me in conversation during the first few days after we had arrived
from Washington. Then there are our next door neighbors. They just
bought their first house and will move from our neighborhood in a few
days. I too know the joy of moving from a rental to a home of our
own. And then there was a new friend I met during November. She had moved
from a town close to the one we left in Washington. How wonderful it
has been to share with her our similar experiences in Washington and
the Northwest.
All
these people moving. Just like me. Our world is not static.
I
realize none of my small difficulties or challenges are as gigantic
or horrendous as those of others. Every day unnamed people start life
anew because of persecution, illness, war, or natural disasters. They
are experiencing the same general feelings and reactions I have had
these past few weeks. Though at present I sometimes seem out of step
and a stranger here, I know I'll discover people are basically the
same everywhere. With each new venture into my new surroundings I'll
renew my determination to be actively involved within my new
community. Time and perseverance will help me to be at home
here.
I can see that already.
God
Bless Those Who Move...
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