I've come to realize that the best part of moving is the mess. Not only do people understand if your house is wrecked, but they kinda expect you to be a little roughed up too! (Trust me, no one will be disappointed:)
Actually, considering this is our fourth move in as many years, I think we're handling things like champs! We made a quick (9 hr!) trip to Hattiesburg last week to pick out a house. Now, we're not picky. We've had some real "winners" over the years. Our first military house had walls so thin we could hear the drawer pulls on the neighbors dresser rattle. The first time we tried apartment living, we were put under a young single. He and his girlfriend were very, um, well, - Let's just say that's when I started letting the girls go to sleep with their TV turned on for background noise. Anywho, this is the first time we've really had a selection and we were excited to see what was offered.
As soon as we drove up the drive to the fourth option, I whispered to Joey "Sign the papers." We toured the home. "Ahem. Sign the papers." He just grinned. "Seriously! Sign the papers!"
Please understand, I wasn't trying to be bossy. I just knew if we didn't find a place that day, the trip would have been for nothing. We would have to wait until the move was over and stay in a hotel until something was found. I mean, we were seriously taking a leap of faith! You believe God will work things out, but does He know your schedule? Does He know the movers will be packing up in less than a week? Does He understand the Realtors have already rented our current house to new tenants? Worry, fret, stew. How does He put up with me sometimes?
So the next day, house keys in hand, we head back to Florida. Mama is a happy camper. God has blessed us with a beautiful home. The girls are happy. The back yard is the biggest they've ever had. And it's surrounded by woods. Daddys happy, maybe because his wife no longer has that 'woman on the edge' look in her eye, but probably because he has a huge garage with work space!