The moving truck arrived in Kennett Square late Friday, July 25th. An army of new friends and church members arrived at the house nice and early on Saturday morning and made quick work of unloading what took an entire day to pack. By lunch time the truck was empty, except for my shop equipment which was moved to a storage unit later in the week. We stood in what would become our living room and looked at piles of boxes and wondered where all this stuff came from. We had done a good job of going through our possessions and purging unnecessary items back in Locust…or so we thought. It all felt overwhelming, which box to open first, what room was most important, how was this house ever going to become a home? Well we have been hard at work (okay, Rayann and Nancy have been hard at work) for four days and things are beginning to take shape.
Rooms once filled with boxes are now open and look inviting and provide a place to rest and live together. We had dinner at the dining room table the other night! The birds (don’t ask, or at least ask Nancy) have been moved from their “travel cage” to their real home and have started to sing again. Life is starting to take on the feeling of normalcy. Nancy won, Rayann and I did not put a pool table in the guest room, so…Joseph has a bed should he ever decide to visit…hint…hint…hint.
Thank you to everyone who has done so much to help make us feel welcome and has extended themselves to help make the difficult transition easier.
