Honestly, I didn’t want to move. I love our home, I love our
neighbors, and we’re feet away from an elementary school. We have the most
amazing views overlooking the valley with Mt. Rainer off to the right. I’ve
always had to move from home to home, so I wanted this to be my forever home, I
wanted too just be stable. But much like my daughter’s health, firm security is
not always a guarantee.
We live in a beautiful community and gorgeous house. But I have to laugh, we have a 2-story home on a steep hill with a bunch of stairs and a disabled daughter. But why would God bless us with this home if he knew the child we would have? It doesn’t fit her needs in any way possible. One summer evening after a long walk with my family, my husband and I sat on the front porch and enjoyed the sunset as our bodies cooled down. We talked about reasons why we should or shouldn’t move and then it hit me. As I told him, “Maybe God was preparing us to be in a position to make a house for Olivia,” it felt like an epiphany. Suddenly that heavy feeling lifted, and it felt like this is what is supposed to be, so we’re going for it!
Yes, it’s different from my plan but in a weird way I’m okay with it.
You might think “way to go guys” or “that timing is a poor decision,” but
either way there’s an inner-peace I can’t explain. If anything, I believe it
would strengthen relationships with our neighbors because of the distance. It’s
funny how we can spend every day for the last 5 years living only feet apart next
to someone and still be at surface level. Knowing that our time is only but
temporary here, it makes me want to stay in contact for the chance at a deeper connection
with each one. Every now and again I'll question, "Are we making this move prematurely? What if we end up downgrading?" But in the same sense, what if we upgrade even more? It's easy to be afraid of a dream you haven't yet completed in your head, a dream so big you couldn't imagine coming true. As life has shown me, anything is possible, so I'm not afraid of this move. Part of my healing is accepting life as it comes and I’m happy
to move forward with this new chapter and see where life takes us.
