it’s that time again…

Moving time again. This one shouldn’t be too bad, since we’re in a furnished rental and most of our belongings are in storage. Having a teenage son to help, and a younger one eager to earn a little cash too, means that I won’t actually have to do much of the heavy lifting. There will still be plenty for me to do though once we’re reunited with all of our belongings. Another thing that is making this move easier for me is that we’re paying a $500 cleaning fee when we move out (from our security deposit), so I won’t have to spend a day scrubbing this time. Life is good.

We’re excited about this move. The ocean is lovely, but we’ve lived right near it and enjoyed it almost every day for two years now. I feel blessed to have had such proximity, and now feel equally blessed to be able to move closer to lakes and mountains. It’s a dream come true, for my husband to have a great job and be able to live in a beautiful area. I don’t take any of this for granted, and it’s weird the way life works. If we hadn’t moved to Colorado and then moved back from Colorado this particular opportunity wouldn’t have materialized. My husband was able to get a better job with the same company by leaving, yet not burning any bridges. He’s worked hard to make all this happen, and I couldn’t be more thankful for everything he does for us. I didn’t write a Father’s Day post because after years of social media and blogging they’ve begun to feel a little trite to me; but my husband is my rock and I am grateful for him.

So, time to quit procrastinating and get to work. I plan to start packing the house today, then tomorrow we get the moving truck and load it up. Thursday we head up to the Lakes Region and our new home. The house itself will not be permanent, but we may decide to put down roots in the area. It will be a good place for the snowbird/traveling lifestyle I envision for the future. I had this need to have my life figured out by my fiftieth birthday, which will come in October, and I was discouraged when it seemed like we were still going to be unsettled. But I think I get it now, that the goal is to make my peace with who I am and why I’m walking this earth. Maybe my life won’t always look like everyone else’s, maybe I’ve made mistakes and learned some hard lessons, maybe I will always be a wanderer at heart. As the saying goes, not all those who wander are lost.

Here is the whole quote from Tolkien, because it is worth reading in it’s entirety:

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.


3 thoughts on “it’s that time again…

  1. I love that quote from Tolkien, always have. 🙂 I read your last post, thinking of what to reply, and now here comes another post, a happier one. So I will try to say it like this: I am sorry for your loss, but happy for the future you paint. It is good to read that you are content with what you are and who you have become. I have been reading your blog for some time now, sharing your hopes and feeling sad for you sorrows. I wish you a wonderful start at the new house – keep walking your path … and enjoy all the good things that are coming! 🙂


  2. You said it perfectly, and I appreciate it. You feel like an old friend to me, and the friendships I’ve built here are something I miss when I go away from blogging. It was great to hear from you and I’m off to see if there’s anything new on your blog 🙂


  3. Hi Miriam! It’s been a while since I read your blog. It’s good to connect again. Your new home sounds truly wonderful with lakes and mountains nearby. All the best with the move.


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