One week . . .

We're down to a week until we move into our new house. Not a "new" house, but new to us. This whole process has been overwhelming. I hope it's the last time we do this. I think it would take a stern call to sell everything and join the mission field to ever make me move again. There's something about clearing my walls and putting my things I use daily into cardboard boxes that makes feel not-so myself. I'm hoping this isn't a bad sign that I'm too into my stuff. Life feels scattered and messed up. I kind of feel that even though I've carefully labeled all the boxes I've packed, it's like I've already lost all the important stuff. Like, "where is the digital camera card?" I can't say right now, but it's packed somewhere. Where are blank envelopes? Don't know. Where is the play-doh, paint, and paintbrushes? Can't say right now. All this has me feeling a little crazy. My perfect household inventory in my brain is so messed up that it makes me feel a little crazy.

I am looking forward to the adventure of meeting new neighbors, figuring out where I'll grocery shop or rent videos . . . all that comes with getting to know a new town. Just feeling a little overwhelmed today.

I'll try to get out an email with our new address and phone number soon. We'll be in Mahomet, so not too far away.