I’ve never liked change. I gripe when Jamie rearranges the furniture. Now, Amy Scott writes this and I’m feeling convicted.
Change happens whether you want it to or not. I understand this more than I used to. One day you eat dinner with a friend, and the next day she is in heaven. It snaps and whips before you know what happened.
I like things to stay the same because there is comfort in familiarity, even if that reality is imperfect. Summer, with both its heat and its glory, ends even if I do not want it to. And I hate that.
Just now that I’m comfortable in my own space, in the new life we’ve created in the hills where we live, it is time to pack some of our things. We leave next Friday. It is temporary, of course, like everything, but I bristle against the change just because. . .
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