Moving

We're moving across the country in a month and a half. I've started packing. In general, packing sucks. However, I don't really feel too sad about boxing our stuff up to be opened up once again in another home, another state, another time zone. I've done it multiple times by now.

Then I got to the nursery. I walked in with a couple of boxes and some newspaper and just looked around. I tenderly touched her books and trinkets. The vintage cat figurines from Aunt Sissy. The delicate fabric we framed and hung above the crib. The handles on the dresser that was once mine than I left tarnished because I liked the character. That was three days ago and the boxes are still sitting in the corner of the room - empty. The nursery hasn't been touched. For whatever reason, I just don't want to pack it away. It's not like we're getting rid of Violet's things, but the thought of dismantling her room, her very first room, deeply disrupted my spirit.

I don't think I really nested during pregnancy. I found myself nesting more after Violet arrived. Uprooting our home right now is going against my motherly nesting instincts, but it has to be done. I'm really looking forward to Washington. I'm just dreading the process it takes to actually get there. Hum drum.

The funny thing is Violet won't remember this house or her first room. She won't remember this move, the plane ride, nothing. She's really at home wherever I'm at. Home is where your Mama is and I'm not going anywhere.