This past weekend I moved all my belongings, minus a suitcase of clothes, to Bridgeport, Nebraska. It was a strange sight to see all my possessions I've accumulated over the past four years sitting in boxes and loaded into the back of a trailer in less than an hour. My cozy little home now barren and waiting for the next resident.
After a three hour drive on Saturday morning, it took 30 minutes to unload all these same boxes and furniture into our new home in Nebraska. And four and a half hours later, everything was set up and our little home took on new life.
It really is a great little house. Two bedrooms, one bath, kitchen, dining room, a large family room and office downstairs and a utility room with washer and dryer. And the best of all - a clothes line out back. I love it!
Before the move, Titus felt like he was a wanderer with no real home for the past several months. I promised to make him a home in Nebraska. And I feel I was able to do that this past weekend...or at least a great start.
I can see my life with him there. I can see us coming home after work and eating dinner together. Or relaxing and watching a movie downstairs. I can see my jeans hanging out on the clothes line. And serving dinner to new friends in our dining room. As we drove around town to show my parents Bridgeport, I could see us living here, thriving here.
But all the excitement and adventure of the new place doesn't take away all the sadness of leaving Broomfield. I have grown up here. Thirty one years of memories have been made here. And the last seven years of working for the church have changed my life and my faith in so many ways. This place has become more than a job to me...it is family. And in a month I am moving away from all my family to be with the many of my future.
Truly, bittersweet.
