Mietzke's POST Holden Adventure

I woke up this morning sadder than I have been for a very long time, the reality of this move sinking in. Last night there were strange nighttime sounds in a strange bed, and I woke with tears streaming, missing the sound of copper creek and the moon cradled in the saddle of copper mountain and buckskin. I miss the fresh mountain smell and the sound of the creek and the chimes singing through the valley at seven thirty in the morning welcoming the day. We spent the day with family and I am afraid I was not much for company. I just wanted to sleep off the weariness from transition and packing and put on the new outfit of adventure, but this ache I have, in my chest, for the faces I already miss and for home weighs heavy on me.

I have been keeping these emotions close to my chest for the last few weeks in the name of productivity but now find myself a bit lost. I know the bitter sweet taste won’t last long but it has a sting while it is here.

I have a big pile of stuff to go through and a storage unit to sort before we make the trek to California and I am overwhelmed by the clutter of things that I had forgotten about. They are having prayer around the cross tonight and I hope someone puts in a good word for our family. We are all pretty broken up about leaving as the reality that this is not just an extended “out” sets in. I think it is not just Holden, but also leaving Tacoma again that weighs heavy. So many goodbyes. I know that as soon as we find a place to live and begin unpacking in our next home that these emotions will settle but it is a little hard to picture right now.