Category Archives: the joys of moving
It’s only “see you later.”
Yesterday, Simon and I loaded a large portion of our earthly belongings into our 1998 Saturn station wagon and made the 2-and-a-half hour drive from Winston-Salem to my parents’ house in eastern North Carolina. (The other portion of our earthly … Continue reading
Filed under a change will do you good, England, learning, the joys of moving
It all becomes clear.
As I write this, I’m sleepy and nervous. First, I have to apologize. My posts have been a bit less than riveting lately. But there’s a reason, I promise, and hopefully it’ll all make sense soon. Ready for it? Here … Continue reading
Filed under a change will do you good, home, marriage, the joys of moving
Sweet, sweet home.
For nearly a year, I’ve been waiting. Waiting for it to have been a year since we left England, so that we could go back, shamelessly. Desperate. Homesick for a place that, by all normal definitions, is not my … Continue reading
Pack your bags, we’re headed west.
I’ve got to get something off my chest: three weeks ago, I was preparing my heart to return to England. But things change quickly, and if I’ve learned anything this year, it’s not to fight it. We’re moving, alright, … Continue reading
Filed under a change will do you good, confessions, England, home, learning, seasons, the joys of moving
Here we go again.
Since Simon and I got married, it has been our constant prayer that our life would glorify God, and that it would never – ever – be boring. There are days, like yesterday, when part of me would like to … Continue reading
Filed under a change will do you good, England, home, marriage, seasons, the joys of moving
To bloom, I must be planted.
When I got engaged two and half years ago and told my mom I was moving to England, she said she’d known all along; that she’d begun preparing herself when I was still a young teenager for the day I … Continue reading
Filed under dreams and realities, England, family, home, learning, marriage, the joys of moving
Things I miss about Chesham
Walking down this street every day. My brother-in-law. And tiny doors. St. Mary’s Church (circa 12th century) Caffé Nero, the French Market, fruit stalls, buying a baguette at the bakery, Lowndes Park, Friday nights at the Post, Thursday nights at … Continue reading
Filed under England, home, the joys of moving
Mi casa es su casa…and, well, not really mi casa at all.
Things I love about renting: I don’t have to commit. Someone else cuts the grass (and fixes the toilet). I have an excuse as to why I can’t keep my sister’s psycho cat. Things I hate about renting: I freak … Continue reading
Filed under home, the joys of moving
Our House, Part 1
Things you learn while you’re moving: Mattresses ain’t cheap. We need a bed, but we also need a computer and a car for Simon, and about a million other things, so we begged Simon’s brother to let us borrow his … Continue reading
Filed under a change will do you good, home, the joys of moving
