Home again, Home again, Jiggity jig

Moving is not my favorite thing to do. The packing and the unpacking… The repacking and the re-unpacking. Just when you think you know where something is, it’s gone again. {Did I give/throw [item] away or is it just in a box I have not unpacked since 2 moves ago?}

The last 2 years have felt very nomadic. If we weren’t visiting somewhere, we were getting ready to visit somewhere. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.

I love to travel, so, there is that advantage. But, I’ve found that traveling… Without a connection to a place I really felt was “home”- is really just going from one place to another. Think of it this way: you keep returning from vacations- and staying in someone else’s home- there’s no sense of homecoming or peace.

While our friends in Northern Iowa are among the dearest friends we have ever made, that house never felt like a home. I don’t think I ever once felt relaxed there. We are not town people and neither is Huck. I was always so worried about Huck getting lose and being hit by a car or someone doing something to hurt him. Being constantly “on guard” really wore on me. Ryan says he never felt the same way, but he isn’t prone to worry about much.

As for the house and location in Southern Iowa - it is everything we were missing in the north… However, we have really struggled to make and maintain strong relationships here.

When we have visited Delaware, I always felt like we were just visiting home for awhile and then we must return to our banishment when the visit was over. Even though we were only visiting, the sense of release and relaxation that came over me the second the plane would land was enough to break a heart- because the feeling could only ever last for the duration of the visit. 

So, no- moving is not my favorite thing to do. And we aren’t close to settling in for awhile, just yet; but this move is one I’m looking forward to with bells on.

This move, at least, gets us close to the people that make us feel at “home” again