So it's been a while. My web browser couldn't even guess what I was typing in, it's been so long. That's sad. I am making a new promise to myself to post at least once a week and work up to once a day.
A lot of thoughts and emotions are running through me and my house this week. We have recently decided, or have been "told" by Heavenly inspiration, that it is now time for us to pick up like the Pioneers and move out West. Here come the mix of emotions. I LOVE Arizona. I LOVE the thought of being close to our families, logistically. I love the weather, the mountains, the SUN, but I also REALLY love the trails here, the snow, the season changes, the people, the growth mentally and spiritually, the miracles we have been privileged to experience. How do I say "good-bye" to that? Can I really be expected to just walk away from these beautiful friendships I've made? Does it really go this way? Is this how the book of my life goes? Do you ever sit back and say to yourself "is this my life"? It is a strange feeling having all your dreams come true. We are graduated and opening our own practice, we get to live by our family again, we have 4 beautiful children and one on the...just kidding, we have money in the bank, not as much as we unrealistically expected as pre-graduates, but enough. These are all the things we could not wait for while suffering through the agony of schooling. Why does it feel like this? Is it growing pains? It must be.
I spent the afternoon in our lovely Cottage that we have made our home, taking pictures of our belongings and posting them on Craigslist for some stranger to give me money in place of these things, these objects that aren't worth much, these things that really make my home, my home. These pieces of furniture that have made the trek with us, from Arizona to Iowa, Chicago and now Fairborn. Are they really going to leave us now? Now that we have "made it"? Is their trek going to end here? Is it worth the money and hardship of moving them and storing them until we land on our feet again?
Life is like that, we get attached to things, objects, that can't feel, but seem to give us feeling. How is that possible? Can I make a home without these things? Are they just things?
So here I sit, debating whether or not I need to attach myself to these memories or start new ones.
My Momma has told me that this is a new chapter. I think she is right, this is our climax, the best part or our book of life. It's exciting.
Hhm.
-Keara
