I’m almost there…but I’m still here

For those who were left won­der­ing by yesterday’s brief, ill-fated ven­ture into shilling for “stuff,” Carla and I are now offi­cially homeowners.

And so the fun begins… We’re not mov­ing until the week­end before Labor Day, so this puts us into a weird, tran­si­tional place where we’re already Rich­mond res­i­dents in spirit, but still live here in South Port­land. We’re mov­ing fur­ther away from some of our clos­est friends, but strangely enough, the place where this is most notice­able is church. Since we’ll be liv­ing 45 min­utes away from our cur­rent church (and 1.5 hours of com­mute at least twice a week is a bit too much), we’ll be going to a dif­fer­ent church after we move.

Carla is the church sec­re­tary and wor­ship leader here. I’m our church pianist and dia­conate chair. We’re both very much a part of the life of this church, so we’re find­ing it hard to know we’re going some­place else, and yet carry on in our duties here. Carla likened it to a form of spir­i­tu­al­ized “senioritis.”

For all my com­plain­ing and wish­ing peo­ple didn’t rely on me so much at this church, it’s a lit­tle bit­ter­sweet to know that I’ll be gone soon. I know it’ll be a good thing for us, and for the church. With the pres­sure off, Carla and I should be able to sim­ply wor­ship instead of stress­ing and try­ing to make sure the ser­vice runs smoothly.

To make this whole thing more sur­real, we came home this past Sun­day to a sign in our front yard adver­tis­ing that the apart­ment house we’re rent­ing is for sale. It seems like all my co-workers are buy­ing houses as well, and look­ing for new jobs. My par­ents are mov­ing from cen­tal Mass­a­chu­setts to Indiana.

In the words of Keane, “everybody’s chang­ing and I don’t feel the same.” I just hope we can find some sta­bil­ity soon…

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