coming out of the haze…

I stopped by the rental house today to pick up our vacuum cleaner, the last thing to go. It was empty and clean, a few leftover towels and a dust covered pad of paper sitting on the counter, looking surprisingly large without all of our junk laying around. Our landlord loaded the vacuum into my trunk, and I backed out of the driveway for the last time.

As I drove away, I thought back to the swirl of emotions that enveloped me when we moved out of our house six months ago, thankful that I didn’t have that to deal with this time around. No time for sadness when you are moving into a newly built house with no blinds, new appliances to figure out, and twice as much unpacking to do. No time for self-pity when you have to help your kids deal with another transition.

Because it was still a rough week, one that I am glad is over. I was tired, cranky, and over it, but I think that I am finally coming out of the haze. I was actually able to make a dent in my pile of laundry today, our blinds are sitting in the garage, and our stove should be installed tomorrow. I even went for my first run through the neighborhood tonight, and spent some time relaxing on the couch watching the Olympics.

It feels good to be home…and seeing my dear family tromping around in what was an empty space makes my heart happy…