Today marks the 1st of the month; the last month we’ll spend in Iowa. Come August, we’ll be packing the truck and driving out. Sitting in my still very intact living room drinking tea and watching the cars go by, I have a mixture of emotions.
Today is probably the last day we can truly enjoy in the safety of our “secret” (which of course has been shared quite a few times by now, but it’s still quiet). While we’ve been trying to prepare when we can and sorting through miscellaneous boxes in the basement, the essence of our home is still that – a home. But in two weeks we’re going to put the very couch I’m sitting on up for sale (and probably for a whopping $5). The car I drive to church this morning will be sold. That church will be the place I say goodbyes for the next few weeks. This is the week we go public with the news. Tomorrow, the hubby will turn in his notice, and I will follow suit on Tuesday.
Today is the calm before the storm. Up until now we’ve certainly planned and stressed and talked about what is to come, but on our terms. Once it’s out, we’ll have to start answering to it, and even more so, follow through. We’ll try to pack everything in, both in experience and in tangible items. Pack it in and pack it up. To do so, we’ll have to sort through things, look backwards and look forward. Both are important to understand what we’re doing.
Today I want to focus on today. I want to breathe it in and soak up all of its goodness. I’m not going to worry about tomorrow or mourn for the losses of the past. Today was made for rejoicing. Today is the day.