It smells like rain for the first time in months. The air is moist and balmy but not sticky. Birds are squabbling over the best seed in the tray and the ducks are taking shelter under my sago palm hoping for a few extra seeds to land nearby.
I’m saying good-bye to this view, the gardens I arranged and nurtured until they could no longer be called mine, but become the visual nourishment for someone else. I will miss them like a best friend who goes missing. I might always wonder if they are properly cared for and thoroughly enjoyed. I am melancholy in my soul when I imagine the ripping away I will have to do when we drive off for the last time.
I can consider saying good-bye because now I know where we are going next. We have a contract on the house I bid on last weekend. Craig went to see it for the first time last Wednesday while the inspector squinted, poked, and investigated its inner secrets. Craig called me that night and told me in his happy little boy voice that I adore so much, “I love that house! You did a good job finding us the right one.” He even said he liked it more than he thought he would. And he is right, it is so perfect for the size of our family, for the way we like to live in our space, and for the financial ability it gives us to use our resources in more meaningful ways than just where and how we live. This house is a good fit and it has a mysterious aura about the entire property that feels comfortable, good, and happy. I think it’s important to feel a sense of calm and rest about a space. I really feel like God winked at me and said, this one is for you.
So I’ve just spent the past several hours of my morning looking at photos of it, and then assessing my furniture and where it has to go in the new house. The rooms need designated purpose that will be useful for the whole family and comfortable for the way we will live in the space. This is a complicated puzzle that will take every bit of extra mind space I can give it to solve before the moving company unloads the truck, looks at me like “where do you want it lady?” I know I’ll need to have a plan at that point and it’s going to require some creative engineering to make it come together.
Because we have moved so many times all of our furniture is interchangeable. Our colors are based on the rugs and they mostly mix and match. It’s going to be fun reinventing our lives. I feel less sad saying goodbye to this house now that I can imagine where we are going next. The load I’ve been supporting is lifting one by one. There was first the good news with my health, and now a house to live in next. We just need a good offer on this house or an excellent report from the appraisers so we can sell it to the company.
The boys are excited about the new house, especially Jordan. There is a big bedroom that Jack and Kevin will share and when Donny comes home there will be a bed in there for him as well. But Jordan gets the prize because he is having such a good attitude about moving in the middle of high school. In fact he has never complained once, nor has he whined. He remains optimistic and confident, supportive and encouraging. I think since he is only going to be in this house for two years, he has earned his own room with this positive response. I’ve never seen him so happy as when I told him he was getting a private room. I think he’s coveted this privilege his entire life.
All of the boys skipped to the door and burst in with a noisy flourish yesterday. School is out for the summer. There were celebrations, qualified lazing around and a lot of boisterous boy behavior. This mama loves to have the boys of summer swilling around the kitchen, jumping in the pool and sleeping in late. I get this sense that I can let my breath out because they are all happy and home. Another wink from God.