The Lost Week

This was certainly not how this past week was supposed to go. I brought back a head and lungs filled with Georgia pollen that promptly knocked me off my feet for the entire week. I ended up with an antibiotic to treat the resulting sinus infection and spent most nights coughing instead of sleeping. So while we did a little sorting here and a little gathering there, our apartment mostly looks like we're about to begin an ordinary week. I'm now wondering how long it will take the panic to set in.

The week ahead will be a hard one. Goodbyes have to be said, boxes will be packed, plans continue to be made, and job training must take place for the duties I am leaving behind. I tend to process life by either talking to myself or to anyone else that might listen, but when there's too much to think about, I can't get the words out. So they rattle around in my head and I just feel full inside. I'm guessing it will be a very full week.

People keep asking us if we're excited to be going back to Georgia and the answer really is "yes". Yet, in some ways it's like we're not. We're moving to a new area, we'll have another new place to live, Hamp's starting another new job, and we get to figure out all over again where we will live life and who we will share it with. The friends we left behind will be anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes away and traffic will be an issue to deal with when we gather together. So there are a lot of unknowns waiting for us and if you know me well, you know that's not my favorite way to live. I'm getting used to it out of necessity, but it's not what I would choose.

So, it's off to bed I go with the hope that I won't be sleepless in Baltimore this week. If things go well, I hope to be able to pop in throughout the week and let any of you who might be reading be the recipient of my processing. If it's quiet here, well, then you know how to be praying!!