The Move I Thought Would Be Easy

I landed yesterday.  Settled into something that felt almost like a coherent thought.  Slowed long enough to enjoy the sun and forced myself to still for a few moments.  It felt a little foreign.

A month ago as we were preparing to move, I was organized and ready.  A move to the other side of town didn’t sound challenging.  I was a little lethargic after pushing hard to get my sister settled in the house she and her husband built, but late nights staining floors and cleaning were fun.  I was needing a slight re-charge after helping my parents pack, paint, and clean the interior of their new house while my mom was down with a back injury.  I knew I’d pull it together for my own move.  I had my lists, my boxes, my days mapped out.  Somehow with the help of amazing sisters and parents I painted 4 bedrooms and a hall in our new house and got everything clean and ready for move in.

Then six days before moving Everett woke up with a raging fever.  We stayed home with popsicles, Tylenol, and Netflix for him and packing tape, coffee, and adrenaline for me.  Then Haley got sick, followed soon by Hudson.

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