I have lived my entire life in the city. I grew up in the suburbs of New Orleans and have lived the past 25 years in and around Houston. I have never lived more than 10 minutes from a major grocery store or big box store. For the past 13 years the community we called home was less than 20 miles from downtown Houston and on a clear day you could see the skyline. But all that has changed.
This city girl has gone country. The nearest town of any considerable size is 12 miles away. The only “store” is a gas station convenience store, which is 4 miles from our home. If I am going to drive 4 miles why not just go the extra 8? What I have realized is that I am going to have to be a better planner when it comes to shopping and errands. Today is that day.
If you have been stopping by for any length of time you know that we have been in the midst of building our new home. Well the building process is complete. The papers have been signed. The checks have been written. The truck has been loaded and then un-loaded. We have officially, MOVED!
We are in the process of getting familiar with our new surroundings. As well, as trying to determine the best place to drop our personal belongings when we come through the door. So that when we leave again, we can grab them and go.
We are un-packing the multitude of boxes that we deemed necessary to pack up and bring with us to our new home. So we…,move a box, un-pack a box, wash what was in the box, find a place for what was in the box, breakdown the box and begin again.
As the boxes are emptied the house is filling up and our new house is beginning to feel like HOME!!!
29 weeks ago we put our house on the market.
25 weeks ago we accepted an offer on our house.
23 weeks ago we closed on our house and signed a contract to build a new one.
22 weeks ago I packed up the stuff our family had accumulated over the previous 12 years and it was hauled off to the storage facility.
20 weeks ago we moved into our 26′ travel trailer.
In the past 19 weeks our builder, Peltier Builders, and his team made sure; the piers were drilled, the foundation was poured, the framing was erected, the roof was raised and the house was dried in. There were plumbers, electricians, sheetrockers and painters from floor to ceiling. The cabinets were stained, granite was expertly placed, the lighting fixtures were hung with much care and the tile was laid with precision. The doors were installed, the hardware was attached and the power was turned on. The flooring was laid front to back, the house was cleaned, the driveway was shaped and the landscaping has been planned. The painters, plumbers and electiricians will give the house a once over and then…
In two weeks we will complete the move we started all those weeks ago.
We will sign a contract. The truck will be rented. The boxes will be loaded.
And then the un-packing will begin.
on someone else’s watch.
For the past 16 weeks we have lived in a 26′ travel trailer while our new home is being built. The one thing I have learned during this process is that timing is everything. The coordination of all of the players it takes to build a house is constantly moving and ever-changing. Although timing and coordination is everything when it comes to achieving the desired effect, it has become obvious that not everyone works on the same time schedule. They certainly are not on the time schedule we would like them to be on. However, there is really no need to get too excited about what seems like a delay or even inactivity. Because, things will get done! You just have to know that in time, someone’s time, on someone’s watch, things will get done!
Have you ever had something to do that by doing it will bring an end to the thing you are trying to avoid doing but in the end the doing is inevitable?
I have been telling myself for weeks that there is plenty of time to get everything done. I convinced myself that there wasn’t that much left to pack. Plain and simple I have been in denial. Well the deal is done. The paperwork is signed. The ink is dry. The money has been wired to our account. The countdown has begun. Moving day is fast approaching. Reality is setting in and there is so much to do.
The to do list is not limited to the packing up of a 3 bedroom, 2 bath, 2 car garage house that has 13 years of accumulated stuff trucked away in every corner. There is deciding if I will need the stuff I am packing at some point in the next 6 months. Then there are the things that I have just begun to consider such as; the change of address notifications that have to be sent and the utilities that have to be disconnected. There are doctors appointments and veterinary visits that must be scheduled. Then there are the financial institutions that have to be notified so I won’t miss the notices they send to inform me on how poorly my investments are performing. I must have our prescriptions re-filled , the human resources office has to be notified and then there is the whole DMV thing that will generate a Blog of it’s own. With all of that said, I am sure I have forgotten something important like scheduling a full body deep tissue massage and a mani-pedi.
I am not stressed out over the task at hand because my wonderful husband has a plan. A very well thought out plan which will keep me on task and focused on the big picture. This is all part of our Story and 6 months from now when it’s time to move into our new home the packing will already be complete and all that will be left is the un-packing. God has thrown open every door throughout this process letting us know that this is part of his plan for our lives. We are so excited about all of the possibilities that the future holds for us in our new home.
In less than a month we will no longer live in our house in Pearland. Although I am very excited about what God has planned for the next chapter of my Story, it is a bitter-sweet time for me. In stead of packing or even thinking about packing I find myself standing in different parts of the house, reminiscing. There is a memory at every turn which makes packing up hard to do…
We have lived in our home in Pearland for 13 years. More than half of our life as a family has been spent here. We affectionately referred to this neighborhood as the “New Hope” neighborhood when we moved in, because it seemed as though half the neighborhood attended New Hope Church. We met neighbors that would become our family. We found the Lord while living here. We hosted birthday parties, bbq’s, crawfish boils and bible study in this house. We prayed for our friends and family and their friends and family within the walls of this house. We mark the years we have spent in this house by the number of Christmas’ we have shared. We have watched our son grow from a scrawny second grader to a young man in college. This is why packing up is hard to do….
Little by little, box by box, day by day we are doing what is hard to do…. we are packing up the memories we have made in this house while we look forward to the memories we will make in our next house. We are praying for the family who will call this house their home in less than a month. I pray they will affectionately call this neighborhood the “New Hope” neighborhood. I pray that they will meet a neighbor that will become like family. I pray they will find the Lord or draw closer to Him in this house. I pray they will make as many memories as we did if not more. And I pray that one day, years from now, they will find that packing up is hard to do….