We are moving on Friday, and I am feeling a lot like a human Venn Diagram.
I know, that’s weird, but I teach English so cut me some slack.
Every time I drive out of my neighborhood in Peachtree Corners, I begin to mentally do the compare and contrast in my head. It’s mostly contrast.
Here’s what my head sounds like…
I love my brick house, but I’ve always wanted to live in a little frame house, too.
That silly crack in our garage isn’t going to be there to bug me anymore, but I wonder if living wrapped in asbestos shingles will be any less bothersome to my OCD self.
My closet now holds nearly four times the stuff that the new closet will hold. (Doug did the linear square feet…I love my accountant husband.) Can I confidently say that only one in four pairs of my shoes are favorite-enough to make the cut?
Our dog will love having a fenced yard. Now she hates going outside in the wide expanse of the front yard, where small dogs feel perpetually unsafe.
The QT will be so far away! Ahh, but the Farmers Market will be around the corner!
Suburban aesthetics are so soothing sometimes, so symmetrical and clean. But in Clarkston, I get to exercise my quirkiest decorating whims because it’s “all good.”
I won’t keep going. That would be painful for you (and for me), but you get the picture. There is much in the way of contrast going on. I could be a photo lab for all of the contrasting images I’m sorting through.
So, my Venn has big, wide outside circles and a pretty skinny overlapping part. Let’s see, what’s inside that little wedge?
My kids will be there. (Good, because I thoroughly enjoy them, 85% of the time.)
I get to take my favorite books, my Burt’s Bees chap stick, my pillow, and my coffee pot. Oh, and my desk. I think I’ve figured out where my desk will go. That’s real progress, folks.
The accountant husband will be there, and I’m totally fond of him.
And, not to spiritualize this silly English teacher exercise, but I am so thankful that Jesus promises that He is Immanuel in all situations. All yards. All closets. All gas stations. All garages or asbestos. Always.
So, I think I’ll have to say that the compare part wins. Thank you, Lord, that stuff really isn’t central.