When I take one of my rare breaks from writing, beginning again is the hard part. Blogging hasn’t been like one of those classic relationships where you can “pick up right where you left off.” Perhaps because I’m more of a story-and-reflection blogger (in the main) than a pictures-of-the-kids/family-diary blogger, it always seems like there needs to be some sort of connection to what came before. So five days off because we had to move house easily turns to ten . . .
My kick-starting procedure involves a little update to get rolling again.
Today we are thanking God because:
(1) We have moved into a lovely new flat with the help of many wonderful people. There is no concrete, no mold, modern appliances, and we were able to remain in our favorite part of town. The flat is fully furnished–when we arrived the kitchen was already chock-full of kitchen supplies (Surprise!). So we boxed up the whole flat to store in the garage (once again, thanking God that we have no car) and then unpacked our things in a sort of chaotic storm of theirs and ours. We are now settled and so happy except when Mommy thinks about probably moving again in a year, which Mommy tries hard not to think about. (I have developed a strange twitch whenever anyone says the word “box.”)
(2) Our little girls were utterly unfazed by the move and love the new place. Norah, who is friends with most of the bus drivers and grocery checkers in town, has informed everyone that she and “my sistew Hawwet have a new house with our vewy own New Woom!” If they fail to react (or comprehend) she then prompts: “Isn’t that SO great?”
(3) Baby boy has been deeply inspired by the Olympics and is apparently already in training for Team USA Gymnastics 2030. Also, I do not have gestational diabetes.
(4) Our future plans remain foggy at the minute, but our God is unchangingly who He always was.
So all is well.