I just watched two deer pass through our back field, casually nibbling green grass on their way to a nice resting spot for the day.
It made me sad….
We are moving again (I know, big shock).
But as I get older, each move gets harder.
And not because of the physical packing (although this isn’t fun, either).
It gets harder because in each place we move to I miss the life I leave behind. The last place we moved, I hated. With a passion. Yet, I miss the things I did with my kids there that I can’t do here. One is catch dragonflies. They were everywhere this time of year and we caught them repeatedly and drew them and then let them go.
Another is the cemetery we visited. It was fun to walk around and catch butterflies and visit the people there.
Now, I will miss our land here. 5 acres with a swamp that teemed with red-winged blackbirds in the spring and deer that would pass through for a bit. Along with visiting songbirds and the Western Meadowlark who would serenade us every day. Now, we see their babies, fattening up on insects before they leave for the winter.
We are moving just 40 minutes away and I’m excited. It will be closer to everything the kids do. It is a bigger house that will suit our needs better. It has a big back yard (but no where near 5 acres). It will be home.
Still, memories linger and those are hard to keep at bay.
You leave one life to start another. Easy and exciting when you are young. Not so much now…
But I trust in God that He has a plan. One day we’ll find a permanent home and it will be just right. Where? I have no idea (my husband mentioned Canada the other day). When? Who knows.
I snapped this picture the other day when we were four-wheeling. At the time, I just thought it was an interesting picture. Now, it’s a symbol of how new thrives next to old. Both co-exist together. Both have their place. In my memories. And in life.