I’m absolutely beat. Bear with me: this is not going to be a beautiful-uplifting-reflection-essay, but a let-me-get-my-head-on-straight post.
So, to cut to the chase, we are moving. Not far, granted, literally just across the neighborhood. Our current landlords are selling the house this spring so we had to go house hunting. Finding something with enough space, in the correct arrangement, in budget, not horribly far from the church, is a tall order. We could have gone with something quite nice, completely redone, with lots of trees and backing onto a golf course, but 2 years ago it had 8 feet of water in it (and it’s a one storey house). No flood plains, thank you.
So we found a house with lots of space and enough bedrooms (5, plus the game room for the little girls), but alas, no trees, not even a crepe myrtle. Well, you can’t have everything.
We can take possession 2 weeks from Monday. The goal is to move over M-F and be settled again by the next weekend in time for services. I literally started packing the first things this afternoon as we were taking down and putting away all the Christmas things. My to-do list is massive.
In addition, St. Tikhon’s monastery bookstore is wanting dolls and censers. 😳 I have an order for a priest doll already, and I’m trying to figure out how it will all get done. I’m genuinely not complaining because God is providing the means to pay for all the expenses associated with moving. I just hope it can all get done. I don’t yet know when they want the order ready by yet; it’s still in the discussion stage. May God strengthen me!
The big girls start back to college classes on Monday and I know I will miss their help. They did very well last semester and I’m sure they will this semester too. Homeschool will be spotty at best until we’re settled.
One big blessing: we’re not having to move in August! That’s a big deal in the south. When we moved here we literally had to cool off after every trip in and out of the truck because it was so hot we were getting dizzy.