Sooooo, I'm moving.  Yeah, that's right, I'm moving.  For the 12th time in my life (that I can remember), I am changing my place of residence. 

I noticed when I moved into this house that it took me 3 years to start decorating it.  It was this inner voice saying, "don't spend too much time and energy on something that you're just going to leave behind." Now that I've wallpapered and painted, and hung pictures and installed shelving I'm moving. 

My house is quickly becoming a jungle of boxes.  I cleaned out a closet yesterday.  I'm finding so many things I forgot I had.  I'm throwing out big, black trash bags full of stuff.  Papers and half used notepads and empty boxes and egg cartons that I was going to use for… well for something anyway. 

There is still this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, like the deal will fall through at the last minute.  Something in me that hates disappointment, and disappointing others keeps telling me to stop telling people that I'm moving.  My excitement seems to be in check.  I haven't officially called the parents.  Of course, they read my blog and found out for themselves that I am moving.  I guess I didn't want to call them too early and tell them we were moving before it was official. 

I am very excited.  The work of re-organizing an entire house seems to be a lot more do-able when I'm prepped for it with dozens of boxes to sort everything into.  I have boxes with only a few things in them because I know I have stashes of things everywhere in this house.  The extension cords that were in the hall closet will soon be joined by the ones in the garage. 

There's also this "New Years" sense of resolution in me.  I WILL BE ORGANIZED IN THE NEW HOUSE!  That's what my mind is screaming.  I will organize everything before I go and I will keep it that way once I move in.  I can see all your eyes rolling. 

There is a phrase that the great "Mix Master Mighty White" told me once.  "A Pessimist is and Optimist with experience."  This phrase keeps playing in my mind whenever I get these thoughts rolling around in my head.  The organization rule only works as much as the other members of the house are willing to comply.  Somehow I don't think they hold organization at the same level of importance as I do. 

Then again, I'm the mom.  I'm the one who volunteered for this job.  The one who is passionate about it.  I can't expect those who didn't sign up for the position to try to fulfill it. 

Well, we sign on Monday… unless something goes wrong.  Then it will be Tuesday… or Wednesday.  Who knows.  Is anything in life certain? 

          And now I have a word for you who brashly announce, "Today—at the latest, tomorrow—we're off to such and such a city for the year. We're going to start a business and make a lot of money." You don't know the first thing about tomorrow. You're nothing but a wisp of fog, catching a brief bit of sun before disappearing. Instead, make it a habit to say, "If the Master wills it and we're still alive, we'll do this or that." (James 4:13-15 The Message)