I woke up at my moms house this morning.
It's always a bit jarring to wake up someplace that's not the norm. After a moment or two, the memories of the past few days came flooding back. The hard work, the jigsaw puzzle that was our uhaul, the walking through our empty house, the tears, the saying goodbye - both to the house that had been home to us for two years and to Eric as he left for Oregon last night - the praying over this next chapter that is tangibly close. It has been an emotional few days.
I'm not gonna lie - I am sad. The closing of this chapter is sad, the leaving of my family is almost unbearable. I keep reminding myself that hard does not mean bad, it just means hard, and nine times out of ten it always leads to something so good. So I rest in the word new and all the hope it holds, as well as the promise that, though weeping may endure for the night, joy always comes with the morning.