But the important thing about learning to wait, I feel sure, is to know what you are waiting for.


-Anna Neagle

One week to go. One interminably long, endless week.

Can it go by fast enough?

Yes. And no.

On the one hand we waited two years to sell our condo. It took us three weeks to find our new house. And a rather prolonged weekend past before we knew the house was ours. In the grand scheme of things what's another week? Seven measly little days??

Yet. 

We are currently as packed up as we can be at this point. And as clean. I'm finding more and more that anything I want/need is located in some box somewhere in our garage. (Because two weeks ago I foolishly thought I wouldn't have any use for it before we moved.) And even the outdoor plants I have bought; despite their persuasive pleading they just have to hang on in their restrictive plastic pots a little while longer. In short there is nothing to do right now. Nothing. 

But I know that in seven measly little days there will be A WHOLE LOT to do. Thus this strange vacuum; this deceptive limbo. 

So I'm trying to remind myself what it is we are really waiting for. In my very task oriented way I tend to focus on the details. But the reality is we are waiting for more than the work of moving to begin. We are anticipating more than the cleaning and the unpacking and finally locating all those little things I haven't see since April.

We are getting a house. Our dream house. And we're beginning the journey of transforming it into the home we live in for many, many years to come. One chapter of our life is ending and another is about to start.

When I put it that way it's kind of a big deal. And I guess worth waiting for...so...here's to making the most of seven more days.