Lockdown Day 244 - 25 November 2020
Today we hit the ground running. With much to do in preparation of the moving and loading teams arriving, I kept thinking it feels so weird to be inside a day like this. When other people move house, you always look at them and marvel at how easy and quick it looks.
But it isn't quick nor easy and time doesn't quite feel the same. It's as if it stands still and you're in a bubble (wrap🤣) once the packers arrive. Suddenly it's you and your stuff being boxed to go.
I counted 9 moves (including this one in total since we got married and decided we definitely ) have progressed since the kids were born. And downsizing is not an easy task if youre not prepared to let go.
And just like that, the day was done, the truck was loaded, I sweeped the floors of the matchbox, the memories of these 3 years flashing from my memory bank.
Like the day it rained so much, the matchbox nearly 'drowned', the Friday feeling in the green room when hubby lights the fire for a braai, the pooch's little muddy footprints on the floor on rainy days, the incredibly hot days and the incredibly cold ones.
The most vivid memory would be Lockdown and all its facets. How we exercised indoors and got cabin fever at the same time. Who would've thought we would come to Bloem for a Lockdown.
So tonight, sleeping over at friends, I offer up a prayer of thanks for having been blessed with a matchbox and the things life brought into it. And in repentance of those days I just didn't want, I praise God for sticking by me even if I didn't.
#Gbwy
#Ggt
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