We returned home from Sedona, and immediately hired a realtor to facilitate the sale of our home in Littleton. In the meantime, the packing began … very slowly at first, I might add. Should we keep this? Well there isn’t a lot of wall space for artwork. I haven’t worn this in three years — maybe I should donate it. That kitchen doesn’t have near as much storage space as this one. What items do I absolutely need? Remember, we’re going down there to live with less work. That means less cooking — but I love to cook — but who are you going to cook for — two people? Work all day to put together a gourmet meal for two people? Not!
Our decision-making kept us quite busy, but we thought, “Well we have plenty of time.” Not! Our house sold in four days at full price, cash offer. Whew!! How are we ever going to get it all done by that closing date? We need to get estimates from moving companies; finish packing, fix things from the inspection report, gather up medical records, cancel Pilates, Massage Envy, newspaper, yada… yada … yada.
One night, when we fell into bed, exhausted, I thought to myself, “Should I ask Joyce and Jerry to come to Sedona for another traditional ‘hanging of the artwork party.’ Of course, not … are you actually thinking of asking them to do that? Don’t you think that’s a bit ridiculous? Well, yes. Then don’t ask them!”
My good friends from high school, whom Scott and I had biked, traveled, and dined with over the years called a couple of days after we sold our house, and said, “We’re flying down to help hang artwork. We have to come the weekend before Easter, because we are hosting the family Easter celebration.” I silently clapped my hands, and said, “Great! That will be fun.” Two days later, Joyce made their plane reservations. We looked forward to sharing our first days in our new home with Joyce and Jerry hanging pictures. Not! When the mover we selected informed me of the dates for packing the moving van, I gasped!
“What do you mean there is a six to seven day window on when our stuff will arrive in Sedona? I’ve never heard of such a thing.” The last time I remembered moving long distance, the military moved us across the Pacific Ocean to Seoul, and the time before that, my family followed the moving truck down the highway on our way to Los Alamos, New Mexico when my dad worked for the Atomic Energy Commission. Alas, at the far end of the “six to seven day window,” Joyce and Jerry would have come to Sedona, and left before our furniture arrived.
After pleading, begging, and pointing out that ten days had passed before the moving coordinator informed us of when our furniture would arrive, they changed the schedule slightly.
The first hurdle we jumped in our “old folks shouldn’t move cross-country” adventure was akin to a snail (the moving company) and the hare (the elderly couple). Alternatively, we might say that the “rocket fast elderly couple” transported the “snail moving company” to our new home at the beginning of the six to seven day window. Not too bad for us old folk!
“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”