At the height of Western expansion, thousands of pioneers loaded up what belongings their wagons could hold and set out for the great unknown. With extreme hardship they made the trek across the rugged plains, wide rivers, and steep mountains. They had no idea what lay in store for them. But, that didn’t stop them from seeking a better life.
In exactly two days, I’m going to load up bag and baggage and move 200 miles away from here.
I’ll be leaving behind the place where I raised three children and buried a husband. I have 39 years of memories here. That’s a lot of living. It’ll be tough to walk away.
It’s time though to turn a new page, start a new chapter in my life. Time to move forward.
As I pack up all the things I’ve accumulated over the years I wonder how my new life will be. I envision sharing good times and bad with my son and youngest daughter, watching my three smallest grandchildren grow up into young men and women, and finally being with family again. What joy! My immense loneliness should end. At least that’s the method behind my madness.
I confess that starting out in a new town, new house, new life, terrifies the pants off me. I’ll have to learn new phone numbers and addresses (ugh!) and find all new doctors. And what if I hate it after I spend the time and money to move? After all, I’m sure lots of those pioneers regretted pulling up stakes and heading into the unknown.
But a whole lot more loved their wonderful new life once they got settled. I’m going to think positive. I’m sure those pioneers embraced the whole adventure of the newness. They made new friends and carved out a place for themselves in their new surroundings. And that enriched lives and helped a nation grow. While I don’t hold those kinds of lofty aspirations, I confess I’m getting excited. The pluses definitely outweigh the minuses. That’s a good thing. It probably won’t take me long to find my way around Lubbock. I’ll be zipping along the freeway like I’ve been there all my life. Lubbock has a lot to offer newcomers and I intend to take advantage.
Meanwhile, I’m packing boxes and getting some last minute things done. I’ve had forty years to collect all this stuff so you can imagine how disheveled my house looks. Boxes are everywhere. Some (but not nearly enough) are already full and others are filling fast. Lord, please let me find boxes for everything! I have this fear of the movers having to cart my belongings onto the moving van piece by piece as I desperately try to finish.
I just hope and pray I can find my sanity again after all this is over.
And my toothbrush and nightgown. And computer. And my books!
How about you? Have you recently moved or are planning a move? What are some things that went wrong?
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