I'm here

by Lindsay Parnell

Here I sit in my new house. I like it. I like it a lot.

The past two weeks have been a blur. From combining two houses (our house is Abq and the fully furnished house we left here in Bend 3 years ago), and impromptu garage sales, to seeing old friends, and dropping my mom off at the airport - things have been crazy. I can't believe I've already been here as long as I have. I'm not kidding when I say my world has revolved around getting us moved in and packed. Moving really sucks in that regard. I'm exhausted and have looked like a total scrub the entire time. 

I'm terrified of change. Big change especially. I didn't used to be this way. I used to embrace change, from my hair color to where I lived, I loved it. I have now become a creature of comfort. I like routine. I like to know what's coming. Moving to a new city definitely does not fall into that category. I get all clammy and nervous and I second guess everything. And that definitely happened the first couple of days. I welcomed the distraction of organizing, unpacking, and fitting everything into their new tiny places. But then, it changed. God showed Himself faithful in the most obvious of ways. From being emailed randomly with an encouraging word first thing in the morning after a tear filled night, (a word that confirmed so many things that had been prayed, and sought after, and asked for) to stepping foot into 180 for the first time in a long time and feeling like I was finally home.

 It's been a beautiful experience. Hard, but beautiful. There is no doubt in my mind that I am right where I am supposed to be. Not all the pieces have fallen into place yet, and that's okay. For now I will enjoy picking paint colors, and downsizing our abundance of belongings in order to fit into this new place.  

My intention was to post a little tour of the new place, but I'm a freak and want to at least have the walls painted before I do that. It might be a week or two before that happens, but it will. Promise.