I am looking at a piece of paper with a name written on it and I have no idea who it is or what it means. Unfortunately, the handwriting is mine and I think I wrote it down this morning before I rushed out the door to work.
I've been a bit stressed the past few weeks. "Why?" you ask. Well...my husband has accepted a job in Charlotte, NC. We're moving! After 28 years in one town, we're leaving behind family, friends, and a job that I love. We're moving out of the house that we built and raised our kids in. We're leaving Michigan where we live within walking distance of a great lake with incredible beaches. I could go on and on of reasons why I don't want to move.
On the other hand, it's a new adventure that God is calling us to. The way things are falling into place, it's evident that He has His hand in this. So I must follow.
It doesn't mean I'm stress free about it. We've worked like mad to get the house ready to show. Of course, when you decide to put your house on the market, everything that's wrong with it comes into clear focus. AND THE STUFF! We have so much stuff! 39,000 pounds of stuff, according to the mover. I've been
purging, but I've hardly made a dent.
We've had three parties come through the house in the first week. We have more coming through Thursday and Friday. Of course, I get a little crazy trying to get everything perfect. One good thing--my husband started his new job today, so I don't have to reclean everything since he's out of town.
Did I mention I had a phone interview today? (That's part of the reason for the unknown name I wrote down. I was quickly looking up something online that was interview related and must have jotted it on the paper.) Anyway, the interview went really well. I'll meet them when I go down in a few weeks.
So now I'm off to sort through cookbooks. On second thought, I think I'll put my jammies on and read for a few minutes before hitting the sack....after I google the mystery name.