Change

Change is hard for me. I like routine. I like predictability. I like looking at my calendar and knowing my week is planned out.

With that said, I think there also comes a time in life when you are ready for a change, even welcome it with open arms. I’ve hit that point. I have all of these fantastically fantastic ideas for our new home, routine, homeschooling, eco-friendly living, growing a garden, etc. But I feel stuck. Almost like I physically cannot move forward with my plans where I’m at.

I know this has everything to do with the fact that I just need to be patient. I need to wait. And that is hard.

We’re in an apartment. A tiny apartment. Half of our living room is now being used as a holding place for the items that came out of our garage that won’t fit into our new storage unit. It will remain this way until we purchase our home and move into it, in mid-December. I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but I want to organize and plan and get things going.

So, until we move and gain more space and a backyard, Owen and I will continue to escape these four walls by going to our pool and having picnic lunches. We’ll go on family walks up the hills near our home, with Owen falling asleep in the jogging stroller each time. We’ll continue to enjoy the outdoors while we’re having a quick break from incredibly hot weather.

And I’ll continue to be patient.