Adjusting

I'm happy to report we've officially moved into our new home--and we're adjusting!

We're adjusting to new sounds while sleeping at night; most noticeably the absence of road and airport noises, and the presence of frogs and crickets "chirping".

We're adjusting--slowly--to more space. We have one room that is completely empty because we don't have enough "stuff" to put in it. This will most likely be the "overnighter" room when the kids' friends can stay over night. I find myself staring blankly into the cupboard spaces wondering what I should put in them. 'Perhaps if I spread out my canned goods it will take up more space in the pantry.' (I know--a great problem to have!)

We're adjusting to not remembering what box we packed something in, but confident that we will discover it one day soon. We're adjusting to just "making do" until that day!

We're all adjusting to new morning routines that involve walking to school and a few changes in the work commute.

We're adjusting to a life that suddenly is void of immense stress and pressure and finding a new pace that works.

The kids are adjusting to another school year, but thankfully at the same schools.

I'm adjusting to the kids beginning another school year but with the same bit of melancholy I always feel at this time of year. It all goes so quickly, and I always experience a little bit of sadness that our summertime together is over. This year is another big year for us; my second oldest is entering his senior year, my oldest daughter is a sophomore and my baby is an 8th grader. How can it be? I remember holding her hand as we walked to kindergarten just the other day--or so it seemed--and then crying all the way home as I walked home empty handed.

I'm adjusting to a body that is now fully recovered from surgery. I am feeling an increase in energy and obvious absence of pain that I had unknowingly become accustomed to.

I'm adjusting to all these changes by consuming WAY too much caffeine to keep me going these days. My "good" eating habits have gone out the window the last couple of weeks as I find myself reaching for comfort foods.

I'm adjusting to the notion that I'd better get "back on the wagon" soon and change the way I'm eating, pronto!

I'm adjusting to adjusting. I used to think I didn't mind change, or changes. But that is something I've discovered about myself in this process--change is exhausting--and I feel a little bit like I'm limping over the finish line...but nevertheless...did finish! I know I need to be gracious with myself in that we did packed up an entire household, painted rooms and cleaned an entire townhouse,had surgery and moved into another house all in 1 month's time. (okay, when I put it in writing like that...I don't feel like such a wimp!)

I'm adjusting to the idea that there are still adjustments, even when your cup is overflowing with abundance, like mine. I'm thankful that I get to adjust to these bountiful blessings.