Stick a fork in me.

I’m like a whirlwind.  You can’t contain me.  I’m going at a hundred miles and hour.  But I’m taking
it one day at a time.  And miraculously, I am surviving.

So is my family.

Forgive me, there are no pictures in this post.  I actually had a thirty minute break, in between a client meeting and a coffee date with some amazing friends.  And I am stuck here at Barnes and Noble.  A perfect place to be stuck with no agenda, a macbook and an exhausted body.  There are no pictures on my macbook–so I only have words.

In the past few weeks, James and I have gone from having no immediate plans for our future as a family to selling our house and moving again.  Why? you ask?  I’m still not sure why myself.  But it seemed that God had some doors open for us, so as we should always do, we walked through them. . . figuring that He would continue to hold them open for as long as He wanted–and if we prayerfully walked through them and we weren’t walking through the right ones, that they would be shut before we could proceed.  The funny part about all of this is that we are moving right back into the house that we sold three years ago.  Here’s my post about selling it back at the end of 2008.

Our house is most likely going on the market in the next couple of days.  We have a written agreement with the current owners of the new house.  And I know it’s all really strange.  We think so too.  Who buys back a house they already sold and moved away from?

The past two weeks we have been cleaning, decluttering, throwing away, packing and losing our minds.  We had a garage sale on Saturday, so that took a lot out of us.  We have a giant storage cube in our driveway that we are filling up so that we can get rid of some things temporarily while we are showing the house.  Both of us are trying to keep positive attitudes though we’ve definitely had our rough moments.

I’m not sure who it was that thought it was a good idea to do all of this–but wow, is moving tough.  And we are only just beginning!

It should be an interesting couple of months.

My thirty minutes of silence is about to end.  Thanks for spending it with me.