So, we're moving to Jackson, MS. In a month from yesterday. Quinn and I packed six boxes last night. We had a good time going through CD's, packing books, and talking without the ever-addictive television being on. It's been nice having cable at the poolhouse, but I'm looking forward to having my six channels again when we move. I just don't watch TV as much when nothing is on my six channels. Back to boxes. I don't like seeing the boxes, though it does feed my instant gratification complex (ooh, empty box-full box). Other than that it is untidy (y'all know how tidy I am), the reality of moving to a new place is now always here. In my living room.
I am excited about Quinn finishing seminary. I am excited that I am his wife and we are venturing on this dealio together. I know that the Lord has called my husband (and me) to do this and I am excited what will happen next. I am not excited about leaving my church and the place (B'ham) I've called home for eleven years. It's hard to imagine what my life will be like without Community Presbyterian Church.