moving

So it finally hit me today, I am moving. (Only 20 minutes away, to live in the same town my church is in.) I have know this and have been planning for it for months, so why did it finally sink in today? Well, the mess of my living room as I pack and taking apart my Ikea cabinet were definitely factors. And so was the fact that while I still have three more weeks before I officially need to be out of my apartment, I need to have most of my stuff packed up by this coming weekend if I want to let my future housemates move some of my stuff for me while I am out of town next week (and I do want to let them!).

It also hit me when I was in the card shop trying to find the perfect card for my dear friend whose house I am moving into, the only bummer part is that she won't be there. She and her family will be in America for the next 11 months. The thank you card I wanted to get her to thank her being such an encouragement during English Camp suddenly turned into a thank you card for helping me survive and thrive in my first year in Germany. For taking me into her house on my arrival (Joel too, thanks!), for helping me find my apartment, for helping me through and laughing with me about several of my cultural missteps/learning opportunities, and for allowing our friendship to grow during this past year and a half.

Next year, I will get to enjoy her lovely home, beautiful garden, and large non-pink kitchen, but I will not get to enjoy her company.

So maybe what finally hit me today, is that my friend is moving.