Another move… If I had to give a grade for this move, the highest grade would be a C-. To me, a grade of a C means average and the minus means a step below it.
I was woefully unprepared for the amount of items we needed to move. Originally, I had planned on sending items home with Mitch on his weekend visits, but COVID-19 changed all those plans. When I moved my father out of his condo, I inherited some items which added to the move. Teaching first graders meant books, props, and papers. Living in Michigan meant that snow could arrive on a moment’s notice. My frequent thrift store scrounging meant I collected a vast array of treasures, always intended for a Michigan garage sale.
As a result, we moved piles of STUFF using a trailer borrowed from the Tuinstras filled to the max, and Mitch’s red truck, filled to the brim, and our van, filled with stuff items in every spot imaginable. Our timetable for the move included Friday night and Saturday, and now– 5524 needs to find new areas for all this stuff. Sigh.
On top of it were the emotions. I tried to fight back tears as I moved everything and realized that my original plans of thrifting with my cousins, beaching it with Gwyn, art museum visits with decorator Kristi, and various school visits were finished. The tears didn’t really have a chance, though. When you move with a bunch of males, emotions take a back door. We had a job to complete and emotions don’t fit in with that equation.
Despite the early three month departure, it doesn’t necessarily mean an end. All of the activities once planned can still happen, just later. The relationships can continue but just differently. So many relationships were deepened while in Michigan. A mere three hour drive doesn’t need to end them.
A blessing— the view of sunsets 
I always love crocuses. 
Front door 
Daffodils peeking out! 
Piles of stuff 
1891 was not only home to us! 
Found- a robin egg 
Never will forget- 1891! 
One of my favorite views- South Christian High
A Journey Worth Remembering 