Memories and a Sore Right Leg
Exactly 10 years ago today, Jon and I were on our way to St. Louis. We thought that it would be for 3 years, while he got his MDiv at Covenant. At the time, I remember thinking that these years of my life would mean lots of moving and lots of change. I was right about the change part.

I vividly remember pulling up here on that day a decade ago. We had some automotive troubles on the way here. Somewhere in Arkansas all of the oil in my Honda Accord that I was driving leaked out and we were forced to put it on the car carrier. Jon then drove his stick-shift car, instead of the moving van, because I couldn’t drive the stick-shift car. (Still can’t.) That left the moving van for me to drive. Those moving vans with the regulated speed — what a drag. I remember flooring it the whole rest of the way up here. Hence, the sore right leg. Unpacking as a 9-months married, 6-months pregnant girl…..wow. I had no idea what the next years would hold. I’ve learned so much — a lot of it stuff that I didn’t think I’d ever have to learn. I’ve been blessed, too. One thing is for certain, the 20 or so years that preceeded the last ten were serene by comparison.

What will the next ten bring? And will I ever pack another moving van? 🙂 I hope so, but I don’t know. One thing that I do know, one nugget of wisdom that I learned from the last 10 years is this: Unless the place where you’re living is truly temporary — live there like you are going to live there for the rest of your life. Putting down and pulling up roots is painful. But always thinking that you’re going to leave isn’t good either.