Third Rock From the Sun

We might be sandwiched between Venus and Mars, but I don't feel like my feet have touched the ground. Life has been a whirlwind of chaos - a phenomenon of motion that my brain has been unable to keep up with. I made two recent trips to Texas for the last rounds of back and forth between our houses, neither of which was really home. One had most of our furniture and belongings, the other was shaping up to become our future home and housed us temporarily on air mattresses, with Vera Bradley bags lining the wall and a large tub of cold weather hats, scarfs and mittens packed to the rim. Big boots with melting snow sat on the rug inside the front door, and a kitchen floor full of buckets and cleaning supplies, garbage bags, paint trays, brushes, rollers, etc. with misc. tools scattered here and there.

On the last trip to Texas I did our final move. Tristen and Byryson stayed back in Indiana, while Halle, Caden and Morgan hung out with the cousins in Oklahoma. Cousin Bubba, (also known as Emily) accompanied me on this final trip. It was a blessing to have Em with me because she has a great sense of humor. She constantly had me laughing, which made it much less sad. We had great packers and movers, and Graebel's #1 Driver, but when it's all said and done and you're left with a shell of a home, it's a really lonely sight. No more comfy furniture to fill a room, no photos smiling from the walls and no laughter to fill the air. Nothing but the memories that get dredged up as you walk through each vacant room. So as with every other home I've left, the final walk through is a really sad one for me, with a sort of heaviness in your heart at this attachment to this house you've made a home. All hope is not gone of course, for a new adventure awaits not far off the shore of Lake Michigan. A home with plenty of the quirks and character that I so appreciate, with a big yard and the wildlife that we are all so fond of.