Moving Forward: Chapter 6

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wo months before our move, I was still in denial, and was pushing off packing up the house. My daughter, who’d just graduated, had some time on her hands.

“Mommy,” she said. “I really want to take up a job offer I got for the two weeks before we move. It’s something that will give me great experience and extra spending money for seminary. I’m going to help you as much as I can in the remaining weeks. Is that okay?”

I agreed, and she started to walk me through the closets. Sorting through 15 years of our lives was both exhilarating and draining, but I enjoyed the feeling of decluttering and organizing.

Sooner than we could believe, moving day arrived. I didn’t want to ever hear the sound of tape being torn or see another packing box. Even the colored stickers we used to color-code the boxes were grating on my nerves.