In Between

They say these are some of the  biggest stresses in life:   getting married, changing jobs, moving, loss of a loved one.  Check, check, check, check and I'm throwing in another check because we are getting ready to move again.

I'd never make it as a military wife.  Never would have made it as a pioneer wife.  Thankfully we are past child bearing age, as would sure don't need that stress added to our life right now.

We are in that stage of moving where it doesn't quite seem like it is going to happen.  Thirty days from now we'll be in the thick of it. Luckily a lot of our stuff is still in boxes from our move just about a year ago. We could probably do without all the other stuff in boxes.  We've been using the essentials, the rest is extra. Honesty, it may be like Christmas, or a garage sale (I'm not sure which) when we finally get to unpack everything.  

For now we are in between. In between buying and moving, packing and unpacking, loading and unloading.  We are anxious, but not stressed.  Okay, one of us is.  

I hate to wish time away, but I do wish we could get on with it.  In the meantime, or the in between time, I try to figure out exactly how we should be preparing for this move.  So we pray.