The birdsong comforts me this morning. The dawn chorus creates a familiar connection in my otherwise unfamiliar surroundings. Yes, it is still a beautifully comfortable suburban home in a lovely suburban neighborhood. True, I have not ventured into foreign country, or stretched across cultural boundaries. The south metro is, when compared to the entirety of the world, the same as the north metro. Yet, in the scope of my immediate experience, this is a strange place, filled with boxes and chaos.
The birdsong comforts me.
I am so thankful for how the events of the last two days unfolded. The weather was ideal. It was sunny and warm—not hot, just perfectly warm with a cool breeze. The movers were hard workers. It took them eight hours to load the contents of our house onto the truck on Thursday. We spent the evening hours cleaning and clearing out the last corners and cramming our cars to the brim.
We stayed in a hotel in Coon Rapids and enjoyed our last dinner in the North Metro at Applebees with my parents, niece, and great niece. Who knew that there was such a nice hotel right under our noses all these years? I’m glad we took our selling agent’s advice and spread the move over two days. I actually slept well in that hotel room Thursday night!
Yesterday went smoothly. We closed on the Coon Rapids house at 10am and met the buyers. They are a nice couple with four children. Now they get to raise their kids in that house. God bless them on the next leg of their journey.
The drive south was a bit surreal for me. I decided to listen to the novel 100 cupboards, so I had the movie of that story running in my mind’s eye, superimposed over the scene out my front windshield. It felt as if the scenery behind me melted away as I realized that this was the last time I would be driving from home in the north to work in the south. My whole life and sense of place was now moving with me and reorienting my center of normal. That felt strange, in a good way.
My sons were part of this experience, and we had to drive all three vehicles, so I drove alone and met them and my wife for lunch. The boys are not very excited about this move. After all, I am ripping them out of their context. This was done to them, and I understand their resentment. The melancholy flavored the meal, and I understand.
I was glad to have had the cynicism of my son present at the walk-through, actually. It was his critical eye that caught the water stain in the basement. It led to the revelation that the refrigerator in the kitchen above had stopped working. The freezer melted and all the water drained out, through the kitchen floor, and into the basement. So, we have no fridge and the home warranty company cannot get a repair technician out until next week. Fortunately, we have a mini fridge to salvage the lunch meats, but I think we’ve lost the contents of our freezer. That was the only hiccup in the process.
We closed on the new house at 2pm. The seller was not present, but we got to meet her agent. Once we had killed one small tree’s worth of paper and cramped our hands with signatures, the house was ours!
Thanks be to God.
Then the real fun began. Our sons were posted at the house so that they could unlock it and let the movers begin as soon as it was legal. They did and the floodgates opened. Three and a half hours later, the semi trailer had vomited boxes and furniture into every room of the house.
Now, here is the most wonderful part of the story. A member of Easter (the church to which I am now called) rallied a group of friends and TIM Teamers (Teens In Ministry: peer group leaders who are high school students) to help us. They mowed the lawn and weeded some of the flower beds in the back yard while movers finished up. Then, after the truck was gone, they did a most wonderful thing. They took every box that had filled half the garage and carried them to the proper room. THIS WAS HUGE!!!!!! Now we don’t have to come home every day and have a daunting pile of boxes be the first thing we see.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
We got the beds put together and collapsed into them at 10:30 last night.
Now, I am thankful for the birdsong. It, combined with the caffeine that I have consumed while composing this post, will help me launch into a full weekend. We will arrange furniture, unpack boxes, get installed at Easter Lutheran Church, welcome my parents (and my dog, whom they graciously watched during this process) to our new home, and celebrate mother’s day on the south side.