Although this probably won’t describe thousands of people in the world, I’m pretty sure it will describe some of you here reading this today. You’ve been wondering how we’re doing, right? Wondering if the metropolis of Omaha, Nebraska, has swallowed us up in its all-encompassing city life and I no longer have time to blog? Right?
Well, no, here I am. Sitting in the same chair I sat in when I wrote my last blog post. Putting my Diet Coke on the same side table and using the same brown afghan to cover my legs (yes, even in the dead of summer).
I guess that’s why I’m okay with some amount of stuff accumulation.
When you pack up the whole family and move six hours away from what you’ve known as home for 30+ years (yes, I’ve lived in the same 60 mile radius for my entire life until now), it helps to throw your dirty clothes into a familiar hamper. It’s nice to sit at the same dining room table even if you did have to take it down a leaf to fit in the narrower kitchen. It helps to sleep under the same covers at night.
The stuff helps, but so do the other things that stay the same.
Football for Jesse. We found a team right away. It’s in a much bigger system than we’re used to, but the coach and the boys seem like every coach and 11 year-old boy I’ve ever met. Play dates for the girls. Barbies know no strangers and serve as perfect connecting points for little girls anxious to get to know one another.
The new things help, too.
Molly pulled together all our friends and had them sign the mat around a print of my home state. It says, “Missouri: Part of My Heart is Here.” It was the first framed piece I hung here at the new house. I even had to scrounge up the nail from another wall, but I made it happen. Remember those windows? My friend Shelby took care of all that after-move cleaning for me. Mom arranged for it. The staff from the Bible College where I worked went together and got us a zoo pass for our new city. It makes us feel like we belong here with the rest of the zoo members. We’ve been so well taken care of even in our sending.
Since Dan and I haven’t started our new work schedules yet and the kids are out of school, we’ve been able to stay up way too late every night watching the Olympics. It’s like they came around this fourth year just for us. Our routine is to pick up some fast-food and head to a family member’s house who has TV (our oldie but goodie wouldn’t pick up the fancy new digital local channels) and settle in for a long evening of ohh’s and ahh’s and, “Go Our Guys!”
One night after catching the end of a race she barely watched, Macy shouted, “We have da best team eva!”
I absolutely agree.