“Believing gets hard
When options are few
When I can’t see how You’re moving
I know that You’re proving
You’re the God who comes through
Oh, but I know
That over the years
I’ll look back on this moment
And see Your hand on it
And know You were here“
– Mavrick City Music ft. Naomi Raine
It has been way too long since I’ve posted here. So, here’s a quick bullet list of things that have happened since September 6 when I posted about my mommy meltdown.
- We sold our home in California
- We packed up everything we owned
- We moved halfway across the country to Missouri
- Miss Nell has become a whole new baby
Are you ready for this ride?
Awhile back I wrote about how Bryan and I decided we wanted to move to Missouri. After we made that decision everything just sort of fell into place. We got in contact with our realtor, Kelli. She helped us find the house in the first place, so we knew we wanted her to help us sell it. She guided us through the process of getting the house ready to list. That included redoing the front yard.
Our listing went live at midnight on a Friday morning. By 6:30AM that same day Kelli was receiving messages about wanting to see the house. By the end of the day Sunday we had had over 50 showings and we were looking through more than 20 offers. How insane is that?
It took a few days, but we accepted an offer and it happened to be someone I had gone to high school with. Talk about a small world, right? I was sad about leaving our first home and the place we brought Nell to when she was discharged from the NICU, but I knew it was time. And we had chosen the perfect couple. I knew they would love it just as much as we did.
Then came the packing. I posted a little about this. But it got crazy. As the boxes piled up and the room got emptier, the more I hit with the reality of what we were doing. We were leaving the only place we had ever known as home.
On Wednesday, September 16th we picked up a Budget moving truck. Nellie spent the day with her grandma, Bryan’s mom. We were joined, at the house, by my sisters-in-law, nephew, brother-in-law, father-in-law, and a few friends. We got to loading. The truck was completely loaded in just under 4 hours. After everyone left, we walked around our empty home and soaked in all the memories and love that had been created in those spaces.
On Thursday morning about 6:30, we started up the truck and both cars and headed east. We drove through Arizona and made it to Grants, New Mexico on Thursday evening. We stayed the night and headed out the next morning. We drove the rest of the way through New Mexico, through Texas, and stayed Friday night in Weatherford, Oklahoma. We made it to Springfield, Missouri about noon on Saturday the 19th.
Unloading only took a few hours. We did everything we could over the weekend. Bryan and I got our bedroom set up. I got the bathroom set up and ready to use. My mom and I got the kitchen mostly set up. Bryan and my dad did some maintenance things around the house.
Now, we’re here. We live here. Today is the first day that had felt weird. My parents are gone. And now we have to find our footing. I’m working on figuring out how to get work done while Bryan takes time to look for a job and while Nell requests an endless amount of attention and while trying to get boxes unpacked and make the house feel like we live in it.
I chose to include the above lyrics because I feel like there’s no denying God’s presence throughout this whole journey of moving. We don’t regret our decision. We just need to find ourselves here. We need to make Missouri home.
Stay tuned. I have a new post coming about Nellie. She feels like a different baby lately. But she’s just as perfect as always.