In the last few weeks we have been getting our ideas together in preparation to move to Minneapolis, Minnesota. It seems an unlikely place for a girl from small-town Arkansas, and a boy from acres and acres of Missouri farmland to live. Yes, unlikely – but it seems that God is moving us to a place where we will be closer to Canada than any of our family. When we visited last weekend, I couldn’t stop looking at all of the snow! And judging from the temperatures it has probably been there since October. It will be a shock, but I’ll get some long-underwear and we’ll be alright.
All of this moving forward has gotten me thinking backward – about what has been our home since we closed the deal on January 3, 2007.
It seems really impersonal to say that my house is for sale.
For two years it has been more than just our house; it has been an escape, hotel, hospital, gathering place, workplace, school, bakery, daycare, theater, a safe place for mourning, and laughing… need I go on?
I’m not sad about selling our house. Believe me, I want to sell it. I’ve just been thinking about all that has transpired in the last two years here. I’m enjoying the memories, but looking forward to making new memories in our new home, in our new state, in our new city, in our new life.