You know you’re moving when…
– The rooms you live in are a strange mixture of empty and chaotic
– You accidentally grind up a twistie tie in the homemade ice cream—oh, dear, what are those funny green flecks of paper?
– People referring to “home” or the “house” have to clarify which one they mean.
– Visitors step into your current living (camping?) arrangements and say, “Wow.”
– Your coworker pats your hand consolingly when you first take her tutoring sheets to fill out, thinking they are yours, and then have to ask her what hour it is.
– You spend a panicked five minutes on Easter thinking you lost someone’s two-year-old from Sunday School, only to find, oh-so-thankfully, that he has just turned three and thus ended up in the three-year-old classroom.
– You and your sister spend ten minutes in hysterics on the bare dining room floor, over something that wasn’t even that funny.
– You’re learning to move (no pun intended!) from a constant, snappy state of panic to realizing that it’s only all going to get done with God’s help, and so you might as well trust Him to get you through it!