Well y'all. It's here.
The boxes are mostly packed. The flu is mostly gone. The house will be clean soon. And today we've gone from two cars to one.
In 48 hours we will be halfway through our drive to Austin with all of our belongings in tow. Tucker's parents just left us for the last time they'll do so in Lynchburg. Our friends have started to hug us a little longer when we say goodbye. We keep talking about all of our Lynchburg lasts-- last pizza at Rivermont, last coffee from the White Hart (I'm drinking it now), last drive around downtown.
I don't know how I expected to feel about these last few days, but I certainly know I didn't expect peace. That's what I'm feeling right now though. I have a list a mile long of things to do, but I'm writing a blog. I feel good. People have been heaping on the grace, the prayers, and the help.
Tucker got the flu over Christmas. So our first scheduled day of packing and cleaning was spent sitting in a doctor's office and paying too much for miracle flu drugs. I won't lie-- in those moments I cried a lot. I was anxious and nervous that all we had to do wouldn't get done.
But it's getting done. It's moving along and my nervousness is going with it. I don't know how I'm going to feel about all of this tomorrow when I wake up, but right now I feel good. I'm excited to do this thing.