The prompt for this week is…
For the last two weeks we’ve been in the slow process of packing up our apartment. Yes, we’re moving! Okay, so it’s not quite that exciting, we’re just moving two doors down on the same street, but it’s a move nonetheless and still requires boxes and packing and physically hauling all our material possessions out the door. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal but packing has definitely taken longer than I thought. We’ve been in this little apartment in Berkeley for almost six years and I had gotten so good at stowing things away in all the little nooks and crannies that I had forgotten they were there. Every box I opened, every shelf I emptied and every closet I cleared were full of things I had forgotten about. Things with stories behind them, stories which I had stowed away in the nooks and crannies of my memory. It took me a long time to sift through all the old pictures, journals, greeting cards, presents never opened. So many stories live in the walls of this little two bedroom apartment; stories of us as newlyweds and new parents twice over. Looking around at the walls now stripped bare, there is a tinge of sadness as we say goodbye to the place we’ve called home for the last six years. But both Larry and I feel that the Lord is calling us to move on (and out). So I will stow all those stories back into their nooks and crannies and try to make some room in my memory for all the new stories we will make in our new home. Hopefully there will be enough space there for all the things that come with the making of those stories.