Status Update: Moved.

Life. How do I express it? We are moved, and it is strange. Our new house is one third smaller then our previous one. Thus I have waged war on all “stuff”. We hardly have room for the necessities, all else must go. Would anyone like five gallons of bleach? I am working on depleting jospeh’s mom’s storehouse. All five of us kids share one bathroom and the kitchen is for solo cooking only. Because of the lack of space in the hallway, Sarah almost mowed Mariah right down while attempting to exit the bathroom. We will probably have a “please knock before exiting” sign on the inside of the bathroom door. I’ll probably sit around the kitchen table whenever we have company and laugh at whoever actually follows such ridiculous instructions, just to confuse them.

The move did go about as smooth as I could have expected. Obviously your not interested in the play-by-play, but I may as well outpour the juicy parts. Like when our plan changed the morning of the move and I got really mad and started crying… Scratch that, that isn’t a highlight. The whole day was filled with a few too many emotional outbursts on my part. As much as I love to GO, I hate to LEAVE. Particularly when it means never getting a chance to say goodbye to some dear friends, and leaving my  twinkling woods that have been a comfort and home for the duration of my tween and teen life.
Okay enough with the goo goo ga ga.

People arrived and everything was better. Those people included somewhere close to twelve dear brothers who dealt with all our evil boxes of “stuff.” They are like superheroes or something. You should have seen the part where they hauled an enormous washing machine up a teeny staircase. It was intense ( kind of like a movie, I closed my eyes). They were awarded for their amazingness with Gatorade, as much free bleach as they could possibly desire, and plenty of pity from all the Olson sisters. Plus first dibs to a box of “free stuff” which included a scrapbook set, teddy bear, and more bleach – I am sure they were thrilled.

Now the bulk of the move is over, we are still figuring out where the salt is etc… And still dealing with extra stuff from the old house. Ugh. Stuff. If there is one thing I have learned it is that stuff is never good. My sisters and I vowed never to buy a ginormous washing machine, I vowed never to buy unnecessary items of any kind.

Life is finding its track again, sometimes I still run into the linen closet thinking it’s the bathroom. I am thoroughly enjoying these few precious days of freshness. For a few days every little thing will be new and appreciated. I am very thankful for the Lord for a fresh start. I have found myself cut short each time I try to compare our old house to the new. It doesn’t matter which one I prefer, it doesn’t matter which one had larger hallways or prettier carpets. This is the Lord’s provision for us right now and I am so thankful to be here. There has been so much grace and peace in everything. I am extremely exited to see what he has in store for us. Somehow waiting for the bathroom hasn’t been so bad, echoes of constant piano/whistle playing throughout the house has not mustered me, and little favors have been pleasant not bothersome. Once again I must turn to the one who is my life and say: praise the Lord!

Life Is good.

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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