These last few weeks have been quite the challenge. Not since the days of my dissertation back in the 80’s have I felt such a sense of constant pressure and stress. We’ve had to clear out all of the accumulation of twenty-two years of being together plus all the stuff that we each had beforehand. We had way too much storage space between the basement of the house and the garage and the garage and basement at the rental property. All of it was full.
Even after two garage sales and a few trips to the charity stores and landfill, we still have way too much left. The new house is now pretty much crammed with furniture, boxes and stacks of stuff. But, it is all here and so are we. We are now living in our “dream house,” a large, two-story Craftsman style farmhouse on two-and-a-half acres in the country.
From the time we first started trying to buy this place in May, through the offers and counter-offers, inspections and appraisals in buying “the farm” and in selling the house and rental property, there had been a constant pressure of deadlines. Deadlines for prepping, emptying and cleaning. While we were loading up the last few boxes on the truck, the new owner pulled up for the final inspection. Within two hours, he was unloading his van.
On Sunday afternoon, we finally arranged furniture in our new living room and settled down into soft seats. And relaxed. For the first time in nearly five months.
But we now live in a place like we’ve wanted for twenty years. It takes us half the time to drive to work. And we sold a house and a rental property and had money left after everyone else took their claim. Stress, yes. Pressure, yes. Blessing, yes. It is rare indeed that those three do not bleed into one another. So, we pray for strength and wisdom… and give thanks.