Haven't posted for a while. Been busy packing, packing, packing. Not sure what to write, but I wanted to let you know I'm still alive. We (incredibly) will be finishing packing up the house today. It took just 10 days. I think it helped that we did a van-full a few months ago to take away the clutter. I've made at least half a dozen boxes for a post-moving yard sale. I have a feeling I will need to move more to the sell pile. The new house is smaller than this one, but we will have an attic, basement, and barn. We are all quite excited for the move. I'm hoping to crash course enough gardening info to be able to get a quick flower and veggie garden started before it's too late in the season. We'll be moving two weeks before Memorial Day, so that's just right for getting the pool figured out.
Swinging two mortgages should be challenging, but I know BB's and garage saling will help a lot, plus my gas bill will be near zero. I can barely imagine being within two minutes' drive to the library, grocery store, discount store, convenience store, pizza place (not THE pizza place though), ice cream shop (again, not THE ice cream shop), and family restaurant. What a different feeling that will be. I had actually gotten used to driving a minimum of 30 minutes to get anywhere. Up here on the mountain, our very closest shop to go to is a little independent convenience store/deli/fast food joint called "Pine Wood Deli." If you know the roads, you can drive there in 10 minutes, pick up over-priced groceries and a yummy cheese steak. Other than that, all civilization lies beyond 30 minutes. Not that I minded terribly. Just takes some planning ahead. The children have become re-accustomed to Lancaster's drive times already. When we go somewhere up here, they notice how long it takes.
This whole journey atop the mountain seems somewhat surreal. I had thought about making a list of my lessons learned here (or started here, not yet fully learned). But there seem to be so many, and they're sometimes so tangled in with each other. Maybe I'll try the list later, after the move. At any rate, I realize that one big reason God brought us here was to gel us as a family, our family. Being in the boonies, with time to read, time to listen, time to ponder. He has spoken to our hearts and allowed us to focus on becoming a family with clearer goals and traditions than we had before. And the one lesson I've learned that is easy to remember is this: following is NOT the same as pushing from behind. May sound silly. But I think this choleric understands better how to follow now.
As our journey down the mountain to the little farmette begins, I am excited to be in a place that feels more "me." Both the homestead and the area in which it sets. But I do not want to be so comfortable there that I forget to grow. I look forward to the new lessons that await, even though I already have learned that they will probably not be easy or quick or pain-free. But they are good. And they are needed.