Late at night I sit and think

As I sit in my new digs on my borrowed chair waiting for my goods to arrive I have a lot of time to think.  Even amidst the stress and  busy-ness of moving and settling 3 children I have some time to think.  Without internet, phone or tv or personal belongings the quiet times are just…quieter.  So I think.  I think about hope.

I look around at the blank walls and the itchy synthetic carpet and I hope I can make this new place into a home.

I hope I won’t feel displaced for long, that my time as a ‘stranger’ will be short.

I hope that all the people who have helped me so far will know my gratitude and I hope that I will be able to thank them properly.

I hope it isn’t always this HOT here.  I hope I don’t stink too badly.

I hope the constant cadence of crickets outside my window will become my lullaby.

I hope the little one can sleep well here, I hope the biggest one can find REST and I hope she can quickly find the love of new best friends.

I hope my new neighbors like children.  Especially 3 loud stomping-on-stairs-play-hard-and sometimes moody displaced children.

I hope I can hold on to the fond memories of homes gone by.

I hope all the sacrifices we are making and the hurt of people left behind will be worth it in the end.

I hope I can hold close to my heart the friendships I have made along the way.

I hope I can relearn my left from my right and put one foot in front of the other.

And I hope this move will be a move forward.

(And I really really really hope those aren’t mouse dropping I see in the corner)