We’ve landed on the newest perch . . . it may or may not be a permanent one. In this autumn’s garden time of life, I am just happy to be upright and hangin’ on!
A friend welcoming us back said we’ve left home to come home. That’s an apt summary!
Settling back into a familiar place – one with lots of actual and hard gardening chores – is a new adventure after a few years of easy gardening . . . So, too, is trying to remember which way to turn to get to the bedrooms . . . I keep trying to turn left to head to the hall, but it is a right turn – the exact opposite from the turns in our Texas home.
Seeing our old things in new locations generates nostalgia and anticipation – getting them unpacked and arranged . . . generates fatigue!
This move shows me we should have offered a discount to the buyers if they would have taken the house with our junque!
A decade ago we downsized dramatically when it seemed God was directing our steps to make the move to Dallas. For those first few months in Dallas, when we were transitioning from Maryland to Texas, we lived in a garage apartment – talk about freedom! As we put down roots, though, we needed stuff . . . and estate sales in Big-D are a terrific source of household paraphernalia! They are also silent teachers of a necessary truth:
No U-Hauls ever follow the hearse! He who dies with the most toys is still dead. (Ecclesiastes 5-6)
So all those deals I got on tissues and toothpaste, on soap and sox . . . on tables, lamps, and sofas . . . given the time it’s taken to pack and unpack and store, I might have done better paying full price for one, and trusting God I would have enough because He knew all along what I needed.
A bargain ain’t a bargain unless it’s something you need. ~Sidney Carroll, A Big Hand for the Little Lady