Ch-ch-ch-changes!

I really should be packing.

Just a couple of weeks ago, we took the plunge and signed a contract on a new house.  A smaller house.  Less to take care of, LOTS to get rid of.  (Yay!)  Many, many decisions to make. What to keep, what to move, when to put our house on the market and what to update before listing it.  What to sell and what to give away and how best to do all of it while the normal everyday life we live continues at breakneck speed with no sign of slowing down in sight.

I had a sudden three hours free this afternoon.  I had a choice and took it.

Here I sit.  At Chuys.  With a half-order of nachos (extra Guacamole) and a glass of water with lime next to my laptop.  There is a stack of boxes in my garage waiting to be filled, but I’m here, instead.  

I guess you could call this a sanity break.

The last few weeks have a been a whirlwind of the best kind.  The excitement of finally making the decision to move has added a dash of crazy to our normal household activity. 🙂 My sweet in-laws have been visiting from Texas and lent many a hand fixing random broken things around the house, doing dishes, folding laundry, and helping me transport kids when they have to be three different places at once and I am spinning in circles trying to figure it all out.  We have had hours of good conversation and bottles of wine, stayed up too late and eaten too much.  

We have driven out to the new house, dreamed of where we are going to put our furniture and realized just how much smaller 1300 square feet LESS of house really is in all the good ways.  I’ve longed for more minimal living, and here is my chance.  But I’ll admit, as much as I want it, the process of getting rid of so much (furniture, picture frames, knick-knacks, books, and just tons and tons of STUFF) is going to be difficult.  I know that.  

So I should be packing, but I’m not.  I’m thinking and dreaming and processing and taking this time to organize my thoughts.  My brain and my waking hours have been so filled with schedules, appointments, homeschooling, parenting and the thriving social lives of my kids that I literally have not known where, much less when, to start.  

So I’m eating nachos smothered in Guacamole and Creamy Jalapeno.  Ha! 

I remember a pastor, years ago, saying that sometimes the holiest thing you can do is take a nap.  I could not agree more and I will have to add that, today, the holiest thing I have done is sit at this table, alone, at Chuys.

I’ll start packing later.  🙂