Packing

I wrote this last week in the midst of packing, but I'm just now getting around to posting.

4 years. There were so many moments along the way that felt long, but looking back now it all went by in a rush. 4 years and 2.75 children later we’re going back. I can’t even wrap my mind around all the ways we’ve changed. I figure it will take years to really process these 4 years.

As we pack up our house I find myself trying to pack away the memories, emotions, and experiences of these years.... and just like in my house I keep running out of boxes. Some things I’m letting go of, just like the piles of papers, and coins, and junk that tends to accumulate in my house. Other things I’m packing away nicely in the boxes prepared and labeled in my mind... and still others I’m searching for just the right space in my heart. I’m making new boxes, and jumbling things together that don’t quite seem to go together. It’s gonna take a while and I’m gonna do my best to give myself time. Time to find all the right places for these things. Time to decide what to keep. Time to remember and dwell and let go as the need comes. I don’t know if these sort of thoughts make any sense, but that’s where I am right now. Sorting and sweeping and packing away.