Two Weeks

Two weeks to pack. 

Two weeks to sort, to trash, and to give away. 

Two weeks to wait, to pine, and to worry -- at least a little bit. 

In two weeks, we'll move into our forever house. I'm still fairly stunned by this seemingly-sudden turn of events, although I suppose I shouldn't be after looking at potential houses off and on for a year or so now. Taking the first real step toward purchasing -- applying for a mortgage -- wound up creating an unstoppable momentum. (Don't worry, I mean that in the best way; not in the out-of-control, dangerous, carrying-you-where-you-really-shouldn't-go way.)

I am beyond delighted with the new-to-us house that will officially be ours in two weeks. The house is Samuel's age, so that should be easy for us to remember, and it has had two owners before us -- far less history than anywhere we've lived previously. It is on the shore of a lake, which might actually be deemed a pond by some, but which we (and apparently the HOA, if the signs mean anything), have determined we are calling "the lake." The Lake House. 

I can hardly think about anything else. I will have to marshal this energy and focus into packing boxes over these next two weeks. How refreshing it will be to have a fresh start! How exciting to move and not need to move again, ever (Lord willing). I feel very fortunate and blessed.