Oh, mah goodness.
I can't believe the marathon we just completed. I am sitting on the couch, feet propped up, at the new house, marvelling at the last four days. Holland - Turkey - house close - move. I feel like I was in the washing machine on a spin cycle that wouldn't stop.
The only real hiccup in all of this is that our new street is undergoing construction. They built me a temporary driveway to get our moving truck in (aren't they sweet?), and then dug it out as soon as the truck pulled away. Unfortunately, I still needed to move my plants from the old house, but now they're pouring concrete so I still can't get in and out. My car is parked down the street filled with my yard tools and the pool toys. It is going to smell awesome tomorrow.
I am so thankful for our next door neighbors back at the old house. Today, with help from other great neighbors, I moved my many (why so many?) pots of plants to the next door neighbor's side to wait until I am blessed with a driveway again.
Guys, there were so many potted plants. Artichokes and hostas and salvias, and ropes of tomatoes... On about trip 28 next door, watching my neighbor sweat as he rolled the dolly down the sidewalk, I tried to vow never to garden so much in a rental house again. I tried to vow never to require so much help on such a hot day from my already generous neighbors. I tried to vow to restrain myself. Then I realized, "I can't help myself." Each plant is like a friend I am eager to see.
"Gardening is cheaper than therapy." My next door neighbor said, as I apologized for over running his property with my plants. He is a man after my own heart. We can hold long conversations about when to plant fall tomatoes in Houston to catch the perfect window for blooms to open and fruit to set before the weather turns. I will miss him and his dear wife, who both adored our kids and were willing to share their expertise as veterinarians, each time our children found a bird fallen from a nest.
I am the richest girl, to leave yet another place I loved, and already to be welcomed and greeted where I am now. A delightful 76 year old neighbor pushed her way past sweating mover men and mountains of boxes to come hug me and exclaim "I am SO GLAD you're here!" Later a woman in a minivan slowed to a crawl in front of the house, rolled down her window, and called out "it's not always like this (the construction), welcome to the neighborhood!" Today I met the neighbor across the way who had already heard about me from the lovely lady next door who came yesterday. It seems we have landed well. Again.
As I unpack boxes I wonder what will happen in this house? What children will come to live here? What child will stay? Will we know right from the first moment that she is the one who is ours, who our hearts are meant to love always? What milestones and memories will my children make here? How will The Captain and I deepen and forge this bond that we are making?Will this bleak backyard turn into bloom and blossom? Will I be able to sing something out of the soil?
So many moves. So many new starts. So many meaningful connections. Even when there is no driveway, I am thankful for it all.