Changing Times or Times Change

So, we did a thing this weekend. By we, I mean my husband and I. By thing, I mean began cleaning out closets for our upcoming move.

In July we will move from North Carolina to Virginia. While this will only be an hour-and-a-half move, there are many moving parts to this event.

Our youngest is graduating high school and going off to college. This is my husband’s baby duck, and he is so not ready to let her swim alone.

We will be leaving our three grandchildren – two who currently reside with us and one who is five minutes away.

We have lived in our current home for 15 years. We have four children we raised here. Oh, the stories these walls hold. The teenage years were not fun ones…at least not for the parents, but they are memories we cherish.

The thought of packing up this five bedroom home is intimidating at best. The garage alone scares me.

We are beginning a much-needed purging. We started with two of the closets this weekend. It felt good to eliminate things that have collected dust and no longer served a purpose for us.

We are taking it room by room as we prepare for the first of two or three yard sales. Hopefully items we no longer need will serve a purpose and bring joy to other families.

I couldn’t help but feel sad as I listened to my husband look through a box of his childhood memories and came close to tears as he found his mother’s and father’s death certificates.

So much happens in a short span of time. One thing is true. Times have changed a great deal in the last 15 years, and yet as times change, so must we to a certain extent. We are entering a new phase in our lives as a married couple.

To be honest we are both excited and nervous and sad and all the feels you could possibly imagine.

So, tonight and every Sunday night until we move, we will have our family dinner with our grown children and grandchildren and not take not even one moment for granted.

We aren’t promised tomorrow. Change is unavoidable. We can embrace it and find our place in it or be left behind to wallow in it.

I might work around pigs, but I don’t choose to be one, so I’m going to embrace what lies ahead.

Happy Sunday, friends.


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