On moving

Thirteen or so months ago, we loaded up our lives into rice bags and hauled them 20 stories down, across the street, and 10 stories up into the apartment complex across the street. We weren’t thrilled about moving–our landlord kicked us out because he wanted the apartment for himself–but thought we’d ended with a good deal in our new home. A newer place; bigger; only marginally more expensive; and (maybe best of all) a landlord who was just keeping the apartment as an investment; a place we could settle and STAY.

The idea of staying was attractive because I’ve logged up the moves since starting college at 18. Here are the stats for the last 12 years.

Times I’ve moved continents: three

Times I’ve moved an hour or more (essentially to a new city, although one of the in-Asia moves was to a different part of the massive city where we live): six

Times I’ve moved apartments: 11

(Is it clear that this is a total of 11 moves? Not a total of 20. Just if you were keeping score. I sure am.)

But last spring, as far as we could see, there were no more moves on the foreseeable horizon.

Turns out, we couldn’t see that far.

Because here we are again, one scant year later, getting ready to pack it all up and move it all on. I won’t get into it here, but due to an unforeseen turn of events, we are headed back to America next year. It’s taken a bit of time for this fact to sink in, but now that it has, I feel: sad. uncertain. apathetic? thankful (that Stella will get to see her grandparents in real life, not just on Skype). overwhelmed. But mostly, I feel tired.

This life we live is crazy from any normal point of view. Who in their right mind would change countries as seemingly cavalierly as others change–I don’t know–their gym? Well, here we are, guilty as charged. (Although of course I must insist that these changes are not at all unconsidered or off-hand.)

It’s true, this ain’t normal. And while anyone who makes the life choices that we have made is obviously a little bit off somewhere up there, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt. The constant transition frays, sometimes more than just a bit, at the edges of my weary soul. People come, people go, it’s a fight to care. To know when relationships are worth fighting for, and when to just let them fade. To manage the details of packing up a life, of making plans for a new and temporary home, of planting and uprooting and re-planting.

No answers here, just questions. And this thought, from Abraham Verghese’s book Cutting for Stone:

“Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted?”

Old as this song and dance can become, this is truth. We have so many homes, so many places where we are wanted. Come or go, stay or leave, I’m grateful for that.

 

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Sorry your life is so unsettled, StellaB.

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But I think, hope, that it’s rich in some ways that a “normal” life isn’t.

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It’s a trade-off, for sure.

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Just know this: wherever we land, one of your many, many “homes” is ecstatic to receive you.

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2 Comments on “On moving”

  1. Ally says:

    We’ve been thinking about you guys and praying for you a lot lately. Moving is exhausting in so many ways, and the way this one has come about isn’t fun or easy. We love you and look forward to seeing Ms. StellaB in person. I doubt life feels unsettled to her….she knows she is well loved and cared for by you and for her that’s what is most important right now–not the geography. Wish we could physically help you with this move….please let us know if there’s anything we can do other than pray. Love your sweet family of 3! Hang in there sweet friend.

    • thegregs says:

      Hey! Thank you for your encouragement. In my head I know that where we are isn’t what really matters… but just thinking about transition and uncertainty, in this moment, makes me tired. I may have sounded whiny in this moment–which was not my intention–but I’m just mentally weary.
      We are also looking forward to seeing y’all along with Ella Kate and Jackson. And just pray! That is the biggest thing we need right now. (And always, in reality!) Thanks again!


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