Obligatory follow up to "I like moving"

Did I have to eat my words?

I was scared to write the previous post, but realized my fear was mostly based in superstition. Whether secular (fate) or Christian (God) there is a belief, even in me, that if I say I enjoy something it may be taken away. And packing and moving are inherently stressful, so it was inevitable that the pendulum would swing.

So yes, I can admit that I did not enjoy many moments of moving. The worst was the last evening and morning. We were trying to fit our household into two carloads. And we have never had to completely empty a home for American landlords. Some of the expectations pushed me over the edge.

And under it all was grief. We were losing a home in which we had found community and rest, meaningful work and fun.

Yet even the stress and grief are good for me.  I have moments when I am broken and exposed, raw and vulnerable. These conditions don't feel good, but I believe they are good. They show the true nature of reality.

Read more about my grief and stress on my personal blog.

Loaded and ready to drive 30 hours.