So we got an email this morning from our property manager. Our landlord does not want to renew our lease because he wants to move in the unit himself. So we’re moving. This fall. Again.
Which kind of brings on a whole mix of emotions. Disappointed, because I thought we’d be staying here longer. Frustrated, because I really don’t want to go through the process of packing and moving and unpacking again. Uncertain, about what our future will look like. I thought we’d have many more Christmases, birthdays, and everydays here. But hopeful, trusting, excited, and peaceful too, knowing that God sees our steps before we take them and works all things for good.
I have this image, or maybe a dream, of a home. It’s the reason I hope to own our own house someday. To have a place where we can stay. Where our kids can grow up and have memories year after year and come home to when they’re grown. Where we can paint and remodel and create a space just for us.
I know for many people that just doesn’t work out. Jobs and changes and life happen. Moving is part of it. But it’s still a little dream I hold on to. Maybe someday.
For now, looking for a new 2 BR. If you know of a good one, send it over 🙂