accept the waiting

We are standing on the edge of our life. We have been for the past 3 weeks.

What people don’t tell you about making a big life change is that at first it’s exciting. We landed back in the U.S. on a high, looking forward to reunions and planning our next step to move to North Carolina. What we didn’t know was how mentally difficult the state of limbo can be, even with the kindest, most generous family members that welcome us into their homes.

I can practically hear the self-help mantras, telling me to appreciate each moment, and that this time in-between is a gift, but sometimes that revelation is hard to grasp. We have our sights so focused on the life that’s waiting for us at the other side.

During this time in limbo, we’ve visited with both sides of the family, traveled from one home town to the next. Slept in our childhood bedrooms, now the two of us and our dog. We’re living in an odd state of what used to be, while we watch our future draw nearer with each passing day.

Moving from Germany was to-do lists and tasks, and free time was accounted for. We would check off an entire list of to-do’s in a single stressful afternoon. Somehow in this shift, we’ve become slow-motion versions of ourselves, stuck in a state of inertia, where even the simplest of tasks take up our day.

It’s almost as if the universe is forcing us to slow down, even with our personal intentions set on productivity; it’s not our time to be productive.

I think that’s the lesson we need to understand from this entire transition. Trust the process.

In this moment, it’s our time to rest. Prepare for our new home. See the people we love.

And, while that empty apartment waits for us in Asheville, we will slow down, making this time in limbo a precious memory when our lives inevitably speed up.

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