I started Graduate school the other day (finally) but I've also been in the process of moving. It was hard, but I decided that I was going to be all moved before school started so I can get ahead and focus only on school. Well after long hours spent packing, loading, and driving, my room was finally all set up. The rest of my family took a couple more days to get situated. Since Tuesday I hadn't been to our old house so I had no idea what was still left to move and what not. I finally stepped back in there today, and my heart sank. Its empty. Now, a year ago, I HATED this house. I thought the house was gross and ugly, the colors were bad, and my room was nothing compared to my old one. For my family though, this place was home. It was a house house at first because after we were told we had five days to get out of our old one because the landlord had fallen into foreclosure and didn't tell use, we had to buckle down and use all the help we could get. It was traumatizing really, we soent hours day and night trying to pack up all of our stuff with nowhere to go. we ended up having five storage units and staying in a hotel. It was a miracle from God that we ended up finding this house and we're able to sign a year lease within a few days. we knew this wouldn't be permanent, but it was a blessing, it was an answered prayer and a shelter for a family of five. We went through so much in that week, but we knew that no matter what, as long as we were together we would be okay. We KNEW God was going to get us through, and he did. Now or a year later, we were able to buy our house and have an ENTIRE MONTH TO MOVE! We had so much time on our hands but we didn't let anything go to waste. We started little by little but got everything done and we still have a week left. Each day was tough, but looking back now seeing how much progress we made was just incredible. we finally once again own our own home. As I look around at this empty box, I feel so sad. This kitchen held my 21st birthday dinner, late night family discussions, and lots of food. We had a water war in this kitchen, my goddaughter would steal cookies from the pantry, and too many cups of coffee to be poured. I sat on the counter, talking to my mom, going over the memories of this house, but she reminded me to smile. She told me that the memories here were good, sometimes bad, and inbetween, but this new house was a fresh start for us. This door is the one that held my most precious belongings, behind this door I shared in so many secrets, sleepovers, and cuddles with my goddaughter that I will never forget. It was filled with my memoirs from my travels abroad, the mess when I would pack, and the relief when I finally came home. Behidn this door held nights of crying crying myself to sleep and days of listening to music and drawing til the sun went down. I spent hours studying in that room that led to graduating with my bachelors. I lost a black widow in there with my best friends and had to sleep on the couch. I spent so much time looking out the window and seeing my polaroid pictures on the wall of all my travels as I would wake up. I would sit there for like an hour each morning and remind myself that when things get bad, I know that my travels have made me stronger. Now this room is just an empty box. It has no centimental value to me anymore, because my memories I take with me. I take my family with me. This year alone has taught me that material things don't matter, what matters is the people you love and who love you in return.
I get emotional for change, but I know God has the best in mind. Things can only go up from here. This chapter in our lives is over, but the new one is just beginning.
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AuthorReggie is a college gradute with a degree in English. She loves traveling and hopes to one day stay on the battle field for missions. Life is a book and everyday is an adventure, follow her on this journey and see the world through her eyes. Archives
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