“I moved” Almost two months later, the excuse is very old to me.
I never finished that book…because I moved.
I forgot to respond to that email…because I moved.
I couldn’t find my brush, or those shoes, or my coat…because I moved and hadn’t wanted to unpack that suitcase.
I wasn’t running as regularly (even though the race date was approaching)….because I moved.
I haven’t been writing as much…because I moved.
I moved. It happened. It is in the past. Except, it isn’t. The adjusting and settling are only beginning.
I moved. Across the world. Just me and my suitcases.
I moved and my life flipped into chaos. “I moved” is maybe not so much of an excuse as it is just a part of my reality right now. Maybe I need a little more room for grace for myself. Reality is parts of life have slipped through the cracks AND I have accomplished quite a bit.
In the last two months…
I finished up teaching.
Took a trip to Korea.
Toured around Japan with my mom.
Moved out of my apartment.
Paid taxes. Ended my phone contract. Terminated my residency in Japan.
Flew across the world.
Got a job.
Bought a car.
Unpacked a good chunk of my stuff.
Gone to the routine doctors appointments I had previously avoided.
Spent hours trying to find all the places I needed to change my address.
Started going to counseling.
Ran a half marathon.
Reconnected with old friends.
And I’m trying to find time to breathe and let the dust settle.
I moved and I still don’t really have a clear plan for what is next. Somedays this is overwhelming. Other days it is exciting. And sometimes it means I stay in my pajamas all day, don’t leave the house and eat ice cream for dinner.
It takes time simply to get the logistics in place. Time to reestablish friendships. Time to re-learn how everything works…like self-checkout lanes at the store. Time to feel a little less foreign or different.
I’m happy. I’m moving forward. This season won’t last forever and I’m going to be okay.