This is a topic I know I talk about all the time, like report cards and concerts. Sorry! But I just can't get over the incredible pace that at which the rest of the school goes by. It's like a roller coaster ride: ups and downs and up and downs until all of sudden March hits like the highest peak, and you begin this hurtling descent at a breakneck speed, only to realize that the brakes quit working. Faster and faster it goes, with everybody screaming and cheering, until it crashes into the airport checkin and everyone tumbles out into their respective planes across the world and it's all over. This summer will be one of such massive change its hard to comprehend. One of our most wonderful friends will be moving back to the States permanently. When we get back after the summer one of our best friends will have a baby, and another will be married. Almost all of our friends will be changing apartments, including... dum dum dum dum: us! Our manager dropped that bomb yesterday morning. It's definitely not our choice or the school's choice but the landlord has decided that the taxes are too high and we is going to sell our apartment, so we need to pack everything up before we come home. No leads on a new apartment yet, he's been busy enough organizing all the other new moves happening. This move is obviously fairly crushing. I mean, we live 1 minutes from school. I get to be home for lunch everyday and home right afterschool. Gemma and I can go back and work at 3:30. If I forget something its right there. (Or if I wear two different shoes to school I can go home and change...Can you believe I actually did that this week??) Not to mention the emotional connection now; this is Gemma's first house. She was a baby in this house and took her first steps here. I hate moving, I hate change, I really dislike the fact already that we are giving Gemma a transient life. I never moved, not even for college. I lived at home till I got married. I like being stationary, I like when things stay the same. BUT, it can't be that way. Change has to happen, I know. I just really hope and pray that this will be a GOOD change, that we get an even bigger and better apartment, with a full sized bathtub, full sized oven, and maybe (fingers crossed;) a washer and dryer on the same half of the house. (Couples with 2 kids are guaranteed 4 bedroom apartments. Is it worth getting pregnant for ;) Just jokes!!)
This leads into a topic I think about often and would love to learn more about. Lately I've been telling people how glad I was we didn't have to move this year, how much I love our apartment, how lucky we are, how great it is, how much we love it, etc. I have been all year, but just with everyone moving I was feeling especially relieved that we weren't moving and then: BAM. So what do you call that?
a) luck? bad luck?
b) coincidence?
c) God's discipline for being proud or too settled?
d) a test?
e) karma?
f) just life
I mean, I don't believe in karma but I would love it if there was a formula for understanding what was God's discipline vs all these other things. And what is the Christian stance on luck? If you have any insight or good books to read, etc, let me know. Or just your thoughts.
2 comments:
I don't believe in luck, you can call it a coincidence, but it's probably just life.
Moving with kids can be so hard, take it from someone who knows. Since I had Harrison we have moved 4 times, back to Saskatoon was the mojor one. My advice is not to stress to much, it is way easier on kid than you think it will be, they are such resilient little people. Our last move in Edmonton, we fibbed and said that we were trying to have another baby so we got a bigger house, it wasn't a complete fib, we had not fully decided if we were having another one or not yet.
Everything will fall into place and it will be wonderful. Good luck with the rest of the school year, the move, and the trip home.
I can't wait to see you all!!
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