Transition

I forgot how enjoyable summer mornings are. The kind where the sun comes up at 5 am, the cool breeze wafts through your room and the house is quiet.  I can see in the summers why some people (not me!) like to run in the early mornings.

I’m a mix of emotions right now.  My kids are too.  For that matter, so is my husband.  As a child I moved a lot.  In fact, I laugh that in high school we had to pack up our entires lives (well, just our rooms but it felt like our lives) every three months at boarding school. And we thought that was normal!  Huh?

I’m very good at packing, cleaning, organizing, sorting and distributing.  But when it’s your entire house and life where you lived for over 10 years, it is hard. 

Because most things have some kind of memory attached to them.  It’s time to give those things away and keep the memories in my heart but that’s hard.  Most runs take me by a place that I’ve run by millions of times.  I love the mountains of Colorado. I love the trails that remind of great conversations with Pam, of life lessons sorted out in my brain.  I realize that all that will be different in just a few short weeks.

I’m trading it for the beaches of FL, for the ability to be closer to a grandparent, to experience new memories and new joys and new running routes.  And it will be good.

But as my mom reminded me the other day, transition is never tough.  It’s like the transition time in the delivery of a baby.  I was shaking and so cold and it was miserable. BUT not more than 5 minutes later, Tobin was born.  Worth it all as this will be.