I really thought that when the Man Road Trip (husband, my dad, two crazy boys, minivan, and 26 foot truck) had begun and I was left alone with Liliana for our last day in Michigan that I would sit here in our old house with many profound things to say. In the quiet I could wax eloquent about how I am going to miss Michigan or blog about my running friends or several other things on my mind as our time in Michigan draws to a close. Here is the extent of my profundity today.
Moving is really, really hard. Hard in an all encompassing mentally and emotionally exhausting way. Add an extra “really” for each child involved.
I got 4 hours of sleep last night in 3 segments. I really need more sleep and a baby that doesn’t feel the need to eat 6 times in 11 hours.
Yesterday, thanks to a myriad of people we got our stuff (so much stuff!) loaded onto the truck and the house cleaned. I am particularly thankful for those few people at the end who kept me from being the only one in a kitchen that took forever to clean. Now it is a matter of packing the stuff scattered around, brushing off counters, turning off lights, and leaving our house behind.
I finally got a chance, at 8:30 last night, to get out for a little four mile run, the last one from our house. Our town is small enough that you are hard pressed to eke out four miles unless you loop up and down and around. So little space and so many memories. It is strange to think that our time here is over. I was trying to figure out during my run what I would call these years. I don’t think that I could say truthfully that these were a “good five years” if by “good” I meant anything remotely easy or all-the-time fun. They have been challenging and full of joy and sadness and disappointment and wonder and constant change. I can without reservation say that this has been a good end to these years. This is a good reason to make a move like this and the people who love us were with us at the end of everything. It has been a full few weeks saying goodbye amid all the packing and cleaning.
As usual, I have had a song that has defined this time, that I have gravitated to when I am running. Sara Bareilles’ Chasing the Sun has been on repeat more than a few times. Despite the fact that my mantra with the boys has been: This is a new adventure! We get to see new things and meet new people! It is not necessarily my default outlook. But it is what I want and it is how I want to go into the next chapter of life.
You said, remember that life is
Not meant to be wasted
We can always be chasing the sun!
So fill up your lungs and just run
But always be chasing the sun!
All we can do is try
And live like we’re still alive
Onwards and upwards to the Colorado adventure.