Twirling the events of the past year through my head like balloons whipping in the wind, The Chad and I are just amazed at all that we have experienced over the last nine to twelve months. In just three short weeks we are moving, yet again. Seems as though we only arrived here in Orlando a few days ago, but we are almost into this adventure a full year. How is this so? Apparently time truly does fly despite times where we think time is standing still. My twins were just born yesterday too if you ask me, here they are, a decade older and I continue to be in disbelief I gave birth and raising twins. Much like my disbelief that we have to be on the move again, only this time, our roots will be firmly planted here in Florida. Our family will be able to officially close our chapter of life in Arizona as we close on our home in Oviedo, just outside of Orlando.
Moving is a super pain in the neck, but what I have learned about any experience in life is the ability to cull the crap and not get too attached or deep in the weeds. Our move is simply across town and not another cross country move, praise God! The act of moving is all the same, collecting boxes, packing up belongings into said boxes and then moving said boxes and belongings across town about 20 miles. So with moving across town I am thankful that we can close on our house and have enough interim between our current rental home and the home we are purchasing. The interim allows me time to drive to the new house and take smaller loads of our items and unpack them right away.
Sounds crazy I am sure, but I do not deal well with clutter. Boxes scattered about, my house in disarray, the whole process makes me a bit anxious and unsettled. So being able to place things in boxes and fill up my vehicles as much as possibly can to drive them to our new place allows me to feel like things are moving forward, slowly but surely. I think that is why the boxes rattle me is the hurry up and wait process and then the sudden execution. I am really tired of being rush. I am tired of feeling like I am in a hurry all of the time. If anything, our move to Florida has been such a breath of relaxing fresh air.
Life has ebbed and flowed like waves to the sand. Rhythmic and relaxing. When I went to Arizona this past March for a dear friend’s wedding, I was immediately tossed back into the hustle and bustle of city life. Traveling from here to there, meeting here, meeting there, lunch dates, dinner dates, I dreaded all of the driving and chaos my home town brought back into my life for that temporary snapshot. Emotionally, physically and mentally drained, being on the move again once more. Thinking about how busy my life was when I was a resident there with my children, always in motion, never being still. A calm has washed over our family with living in Florida, the island life per se, embracing the relaxing attitude and feel of living in a paradise.
I suppose that is why, even though I dread this move, I am happy to be on the move again and for a final time. Our family will be able to truly settle into a solid life routine. My oldest son, G, he will be a freshman in high school next year. How is this so? Mind blown that my sweet baby boy, who was appalled he too had twins to wrangle with in his toddler head, is now a full man-child. My twins will be entered the fifth grade, and in a few short years The Chad and I will be empty-nesters before we know it; how bittersweet a life to have lived so quickly. Waxing nostalgia, being on the move again has brought so many good memories to mind, recalling 21 years The Chad and I have built this life together and the last 15 with kids. In those moments, just as I am typing in this moment, I fail to grasp words to express the avalanche of feelings that overpower me, I can only embrace them and move forward.