Moving

Well, Adam and I have started moving our stuff into the new apartment we'll share when we get married. It's quite a job. Of course, I just moved last November, so although I am excited, I'm not quite as excited as I will be when we're settled in and the kitchen's unpacked and the pictures are hanging on the walls. And I think that will be a while, still.

This apartment is up four flights of stairs, too. And five different doors:
1. Front door (locked).
2. Second front door, into apartment lobby.
3. Door to stairwell.
4. Door out of stairwell.
5. Apartment front door (locked).
We moved some things yesterday, and boy, it was a slog. Adam was a waterfall.

I usually get pretty attached to the places I live. Even when I lived in a seminary cinderblock apartment, with hard, pocked linoleum floors, and windows that burst into frost blooms in the winters, I grew to love living there. Also, all my neighbors at Seabury were also my friends, which is rare! But I'm not finding it too hard to leave this apartment. Yes, I love the view and the trees that back up to the windows. I love how quiet and removed it is from the road. I love the built-in bookcase. But I don't feel emotional about leaving. Maybe it's because moving away is part of beginning my marriage to Adam? Or because ministry is emotional work, and I don't have extra emotion to spend on things like nostalgia for apartments-I've-only-lived-in-for-nine-months?

In any case, this weekend I'm changing abodes. Yet another major life change to add to the year! Move #1, New Job, Ordination, Engagement, Move #2, then Marriage (in 3 weeks!). Whew! I think I'm going to look back on this year in wonder, but for now, I'm just living it.