Moving

I've been waiting to write a post about our upcoming move. I've been waiting until a strong wave a nostalgia hits and I can pour unto this screen a bit of what the last three years here in Nashville have meant to me.

But I'm really not feeling nostalgic. I'm not feeling all that sad either. A bandaid of denial is covering the loss and leaving me feeling a bit blank inside. Maybe I'm numb to this after already moving twice in the last four years due to Jeffrey's training. Maybe I've been preparing myself for this since I moved here.

I don't know. But I do know that I am welcoming any comfort and protection from the pain of moving - even if it is in the form of denial. I suppose this bandaid cure will have to come off eventually, but I hope I can keep it on until I'm a little less raw underneath.

And then I'll start preparing myself for the next move. In one year. This sure is a crazy life we lead.