All over the country high school seniors and college grads are celebrating one of the many major mile stones of life. It's hard this time of year not to get a little sentimental about looking back through the years to remember what it felt like to be preparing for the next big step...the last summer living at home; the move to college, the endless possibilities that seem to lie ahead when you first hold your newly awarded college diploma. I think that diploma should come with a disclaimer that warns that while your official book learning may be over (granted there's always time and reason for more book learning IMO), the real lessons of life have just begun to expose themselves. Lessons that are often much harder to understand. Ones with no clear set of "right" answers.
Moving weekend for our family is only 4 short weeks away. I have yet to REALLY start packing. (I tend to work much more focused under a bit of pressure.) This afternoon as I enjoy a beautiful Friday afternoon doing simple domestic tasks around the house, waiting for Lexi to get home from her last full day of 2nd grade, and waiting for Scott to arrive home from work to start the long holiday weekend, I can't help but reflect on the many lessons we have had a chance to learn over the 10 years we have lived in Grinnell. Life lessons and memories that will forever cement this community in our hearts. For me part of that time of learning has involved finding ME. For that reason Grinnell will always feel like home to my soul and is partially why the though of moving away has been such a roller coaster of emotions. At the same time I'm confident I can move away from this place and still be ME. It's just one of the MANY gifts life in this community has offered.
I received a phone call today with some information about the financing of our new home in Carlisle. Good news that I hope I'm not celebrating prematurely as we all know nothing is ever TOTALLY said and done until the dotted lines have been signed and the keys have been handed over. But at the same time this bit of news, that may not seem like much to some, has unleashed a whole slew of emotions in me this afternoon. Feelings of relief mixed with a little joy, some amazement, a shadow of doubt that it's all going to work so smoothly, and a side of disbelief that we could be so lucky. In general it's been hard not to believe that this move has been fated for our family once we just opened our hearts to the possibility. We fell in love with a house...and then it sold...and then it came back on the market after we had FINALLY come to terms with the the fact it was no longer a possibility. The fact we are 4 short weeks away from closing on said house is still more than I can really wrap my head around at this point. We have been blessed with a banker who has gone above and beyond not only to help us secure financing but to help us start to paint a better financial picture for our family over all. Then today's news comes and it's even harder for me to believe the luck of it all. And don't even get me started about how warmly we have been welcomed into the community by the contacts we have made even before we have officially taken up residence. It really has been amazing on so many levels.
I shared a few of the thoughts I have going through my head with Scott via email this afternoon. We agreed that over the past couple of years we have gotten so used to disappointment (and to a certain point fear) that it's hard not to go into this transition wondering when the next wrecking ball is going to come swinging through our lives. Not saying we have lost hope, but we've probably been living life a little more defensively than offensively lately. We've tried to keep in perspective small blessings, staying true to the priorities and values that guide our actions in life, and have had faith that no matter what life throws our way that we ARE strong enough to keep moving forward. (We have also realized what an amazing web of support we have surrounding our family.) We've found peace in living a simple, honest life and somewhere along the way we've learned to accept both the times of ease and the times of challenge simply for what they are free from expectations.
Which is why I think having things falling into place so smoothly in terms of our relocation seems an awful lot like divine intervention. Blessings that we aren't sure we are worthy to receive. Fortune that we will not take for granted.
To be continued...