Boxes, boxes, and nary a feeling to be found.

So what do you do when you have the inevitable freak out over the huge life change that you and your family are about to embark on? Well, let's see....1. Cry to your Dr.Mrs.Vicarage mentor, at which point she will bolster you up and let you know that ya it's gonna suck some serious wake, things will be really challenging, but also you will likely do just fine because it's not a whole lot different than the 90 million other life decisions you've made (like having 4 kids in 5 years, because, whoa...like really full stop, whoa.) and you'll have her as a sounding board when you wanna use that alb as a means for strangulation. 2. You call your grandma, because really she knows your heart and knows that you want to be supportive but that you're hurting and are looking for some ego stroking and encouragement, and she's your grandma, your champion and will always support you (which might include hiding a body if necessary, just sayin). and 3. You text with you dearest friend, who although she lives over a thousand miles away can sense that your soul is burdened and heavy and simply reassures you that God, in infinite wisdom, has a plan for this thing called your life.

So after you spend a good long weekend feeling pretty pissed off, guilty, sorry for yourself, contemplative, probably a little on edge you return to everyday life because, CPS, they like it when children can eat and be safe so retreating fully to your bed to binge-watch Seinfeld and Friends isn't really an option. After lots of heavy discussion on callings, discernment, exactly how long is will take to travel 1700 miles with 4 kids, a dog and a cat and what your 'sanity level' might resemble you realize that in the scheme of your life this will be a second and although it's huge, and scary, and you pretty much feel like throwing up most of the time, it will in fact, be alright. Pass the boxes y'all, I've got some packing to do. This time, it's towels and pictures, not my feelings.