Ruminations on moving

So the silver car (did we name that one?) is gone.  It got cut into chunks and a scrapper hauled it away.  It was actually kinda cool.  I am regretting not getting a photo of all that metal.  And I'm wishing we had a pickup to have hauled it in ourselves. 

Packing/moving with children is hard for a number of reasons.  Number one is probably "They are simply into everything".  Somewhere high on that list is that mama's regular work doesn't let up.  For example, yes we are trying to finish up projects, paint (and refresh) rooms, fill nail holes where cherished photos hung, and pack boxes, etc... there is still laundry that must be done, meals that must be cooked, dishwasher unloaded, bathrooms to clean... that part doesn't go away.  So, I (still) average 3 boxes packed per day. 

And at the same time, I am beginning to simultaneously realize what I will miss in Michigan and what I will gain by moving "home".  It is very bittersweet. 

So I think, perhaps, a list is in order.

I will miss... and I look forward to...

Let's start with I will miss...
so many wonderful mama friends
a network of natural parents, info, and resources
my gardens (and specific plants)
the kitchen I helped design
co-ops

I look forward to...
visits with FAMILY!!!
not one, but two babies coming into the world (a family member and a close friend)
so many old friends
a network of colleagues
some aspects of academia

These realizations catch me off guard at times.  I'll try to put them here when I have a moment.  It helps me process all these amazing changes.