How do I start writing something when I don’t even know whether it should be happy or sad?
Well, it’s big, whatever it is.
Announcement being: My family is moving to Missouri.
*tries to find a gif and can’t decide*
A bit of an erratic swinging between those two.
. . .
No more Washington photography, guys.
This was the reason of the sort of ambiguous prayer request after my Passover hiatus. Everything happened very fast starting in the middle of that.
The politics have been rapidly changing for the worse over the years and though Washington may be beautiful to explore and photograph, the spiritual side is very ugly and lots of bad people are migrating to right around our town.
We left our home for good 3 weeks ago yesterday.
I’m a hardcore optimist, but I was honestly having a really hard time with this. Having lived in the same house for over two-thirds of my life, and the same town for all of it . . . this was not easy.
Like, “crying myself to sleep almost every night” not easy.
Thanks to Squink, Mom and Dad for putting up with my waterworks. ❤
Kind of ironically, it was my OYAN conference that ended up being our publicly given reason for going down there
I was kind of nervous when Dad was driving me to the OYAN conference. This was the positive thing I was clinging to, since it would be nearer by and something I could do in years to come, and if it was a flop . . . I really didn’t know where I’d be.
It turned out to be the biggest blessing I’ve had in a long time.
I now have something I didn’t have back in Washington: A real-life writer community. And I had no idea how much I was missing.
Everyone was amazing and supportive. Critique groups weren’t scary at all, once I got past the stage fright of reading my own stuff, and I could literally sit down next to anyone at lunch and have an awesome conversation.
The five, fantastic days passed way too quickly and I was sitting in the last session, when Mr. S does his sendoff for the year (which was really encouraging for me <3). Mrs. S had planned from the first session that after he’d finished, the lights would go out, we all take out our phones with the lights on and wave them to light the room.
Then a song came on over the speakers.
I really thought I wasn’t going to cry. This was my first year, after all. How many connections was I honestly going to make?
But with my trouble with the moving, the song really hit me.
God is faithful.
I have found a home.
(photo credit to OYAN’s Captain Top Hat for this masterpiece <3)
So, moving on is incredibly painful.
I feel like part of me died when I left our castle.
But there is hope.
I’m not alone.
God has good plans for me.
And new adventure is starting.
Now, something I’ve always wanted to do. One last hurrah for Washington . . . you get pictures of our castle that I couldn’t share before.
Yay, I guess. :’)
(Confession: I went a little shutter-crazy before we left. Memmooriiiees . . . I have literally hundreds of pictures if you guys want more. ❤ )
Rhododendron bushes along our fenceline
The moon over the roof
Main street of Arlington. The old hometown.
The mowed path by the orchard to the house
Down the driveway
Across the field towards the pumphouse
The front porch
The floor of my little pine-tree-fort.
Okay, I’m crying again… let’s get the last ones…
My room from the outside
And from the inside… (With no pictures up because this was like 2 nights before we left)
I’m so blessed to have literally grown up in a castle I can’t even say. ❤
I got that off my chest.
Prayers would be appreciated for various things.
That we find a house. That our house sells okay. That we can get a business going and hopefully eat somewhat consistently. That it works out moving the dogs down here (and they don’t run away). That all the family doesn’t implode being this close to each other for this long. That the weather in Missouri *whimper* cools down? Would rain be too much to ask? (I’m pathetic, I know…)
And… for me personally. Just that I can find some more up-sides, kind of adjust to the weather… and allow my memories of home to make me smile instead of cry. ❤
Thanks so much, and kudos if you made it through all that. 😛
You guys are great (I don’t tell you that enough). *big virtual hug*
And hey, the blog’s not going anywhere.
Comment with any moving tips, or just like and send me virtual head-pats.
Signing off for now,