Transitions are Hard

I've been called out. The blog has been a little sparse this spring. With the upcoming move and all the work of making plans and details come together I could say that I have been busy and that is true. I've also been a terrible student affairs professional and avoiding reflection. I'm not one for denial- I usually handle things straight on, "tact and grit" my professor described. But this move, it is different.

I've said more than once to Jonathan that in Chickering's theory of development, I am doing a terrible job of managing my emotions. I've thought about Schlossberg's Transition Theory and tried to manage my experience logically for how I need to move through it. Well, that has not worked. Instead I kept a firm lip through my farewell at work Friday and for most of our final Sunday at Vintage- albeit Heath's dedication which was the first large crack in the tumbling wall of emotion to follow. (Related and unrelated- you can see our special moment with Heath here; I don't know what we were thinking doing this on our last Sunday at Vintage)

So we took Sunday off for Father's Day and then Monday got to working hard with packing the house more and loading the pod. As you are physically being wiped, it is usually in those moments for me that I lose it. And I did. Sobbing over boxes that I did not want to be packing. Sad to be leaving our first (technically 2nd, but only 10 days in Pomfret) home as a family of three. Heath's things that have accumulated in the last 12 months are throughout the house and not only is that a bear to pack, but a constant reminder in every box of the 'firsts' that have happened in our home here.

Arkansas has been so good to us. We could not have asked for a better town to embrace as newlyweds and then as a young family. Three years really has gone by fast. The friendships we have made feel like they have always existed. And so our blog will continue to gather readers from yet another state as we head out to Virginia!