With that in mind, I went back to our New Small Town and toured the paltry selection of homes.
My friend Cheryl went with me and saw our top two choices - both on beautiful lots, but one of which needs a complete remodel, and the other of which needs an addition, just so our son does not have to hang from a hook somewhere in a closet (which he would gladly do, all for the privilege of being able to shoot off fireworks ad liberatum, and/or shoot vermin with a BB gun without fear of neighbors calling the cops on him).
What does a person do who should be packing, should be doing something useful, because she is about to be desperately homeless, but she is too nervous to sit still and too ADHD to think a sane thought?
She bakes cookies.
Yup, a big batch of Oatmeal Cookies. But first I went around my yard and checked on all my perennials that are starting to bloom.
Rats, I'm getting all nostalgic, remembering the nothingness that used to be there, and how much I've loved making this yard my own. It's all a part of the crazy mixed feelings that are swirling in my head over this move.
I'm excited, scared, sad, hopeful. It's all good.
(This is "Annual Phlox" that self-seeds prolifically. It comes back year after year and fills my yard with a pansy-like scent).
God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear,
Even though the earth be removed,
And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
Though its waters roar and be troubled,
Though the mountains shake with its swelling.
Psalm 46:1-3, NKJV