life, interrupted

This past month has been a stressful one. I realized the day before yesterday that I hadn’t written a single blog post in over two weeks – nor had I written a chapter in any of my novels. I’d eked out half a chapter and managed two art commissions, but that was it. Ordinarily I’m far more prolific, but not this last month. Now that we have the issue settled, I’m at liberty to tell you why – it looked like we were going to move, possibly back to Washington. For the past month (more than that, really, but the stress didn’t get to me until February began) our house has been up for sale, we’ve been searching for a home to move into, and my Dad’s new job offer has kept us wondering whether we should go or stay. Today we received the news – the appraisal on our house didn’t go through, and we’re staying. We don’t have to pack up, we don’t have to find a house we’ve never actually seen. We’re staying.

Here’s the kicker – I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I was overjoyed. Most of you know I’m not a fan of Georgia – I miss my Pacific Northwest, and there isn’t a Southern bone in my body. I was the only member of the family who was all-in, fully enthusiastic about moving back across the country. For a while, it seemed like things were really going our way – we had people seriously interested in the house, they were willing to pay full price, deals were going through without a hitch.

And then, God said ‘no.’ As soon as we got the news and I was able to breathe for the first time in weeks, I realized that not only was I content to stay where I was, but I was overjoyed. The relief! To know that something is settled, to lose the burden of constant worry… I was fairly giddy. I still am, obviously; unable to sleep at half-past midnight.  God moved us to Georgia in the first place, but I wasn’t content here. My complaints ranged from my dislike of Southern accents to the insects to the humidity to my total apathy toward Southern hobbies (i.e. mudding, fishing, potlucks). To be perfectly honest, those complaints still stand. I don’t like the South – and yet, for the first time in seven years, I’m happy to be here. It wasn’t until my own restless discontent wore me into a state of gray depression and unhappiness that I saw the blessing right in front of me – a home I love, the nearness of family, and a newly discovered church family.

While nothing has changed except my own outlook, it’s like I’ve been given a new lease on Georgia life. Will I ever be a Southern belle? Heaven forbid. But could I be a friendly stranger who discovers new friends and seizes new opportunities while I’m here? I’d like to think so.

Now that I’m out of my emotional slump, I’ll be back to blogging and writing regularly – already I feel like a dam has been kicked open in my mind and my imagination can start creating what it needs to again. One might almost think God knows best.

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13 thoughts on “life, interrupted

  1. There are lots of great things about the south (bugs and mudding aside LOL!), and I hope you find something to make you happy up there in Georgia! (Just please don’t become a Georgia Bulldog fan LOL) :D

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  2. I MISSED YOU! *hug* You hadn’t been around online in awhile and I’ve been thinking of you and a little worried and praying everything’s fine in your life–and I’m glad things are. ^_^

    And now, now, what is all this anti-Southern talk, darlin’? ;) But I will forgive you because you are Mirri. XD *is very much Southern and Texan and hopes this does not stand against me*

    I AM GLAD YOU ARE BACK AAAAAAAHHH! ^_____^ *HUGGLES*

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  3. I hear ya… *nods* I hate moving. Even when I think I’m excited to move…I really don’t do well. And that is a very prettiful picture at the end. ;-)

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  4. I’m with you, Mirri. XD When I moved from Central Florida to North Florida, I could hardly stand the culture shock. I was “the strange one” to people at church because I didn’t wear an Aeropostale shirt and I’d never been hunting. I tried to be like everyone else to fit in, but it didn’t work. In the end, I decided to be who God made me to be, despite the others. I still want to move back home and I still don’t like the south at all, but if it wasn’t for living here, I couldn’t have met so many of my friends, including you.

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  5. Yay, so glad you’re blogging again! I missed reading your blog posts. And I understand your sentiments about the South…bugs, humidity, bleh. But the South does have some great vacation spots, like Disney World and Hilton Head. :)

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  6. I’m with you about South. From NY State (the country and vineyards, not the city) to Brazil. To florida. :(

    Though Mine more recently has to do with finally feeling settled in one place on the east cost of florida, and having to pull up roots and try to settle somewhere else different. Change is pretty hard for me, and it has just been the hardest year as I’ve been filled with such discontent and not sure how to break out of it.

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  7. 1) How can you not like Georgia??? O_O
    2) I’m glad you’re in a better place. ^_^
    3) I was wondering why you hadn’t been writing. Glad to see you’re back into it! God bless, girl. <3

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  8. I missed your posts, but I totally understand the moving anxiety. Not knowing stinks.
    As for the South, we’re from the South, but we’ve never loved it, so I understand that too ;)

    Glad to have you back Mirri!<3

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  9. My sweet Mirri is back! I’ve missed you, girl!

    We have an amazing God, don’t we? It’s so beautiful He has given you this peace and joy over the situation.

    I’m actually a southerner myself. I was born and raised in the deep south and don’t really know any different. So I feel like a bad southerner when I say… *whispers* I don’t like the south much myself. Now, it definitely has its charms and people cook awfully good down here, but the accents. *grimaces* And I probably have an accent myself. I really hate the word “ya’ll”, despite the fact that it’s a huge part of my vocabulary. >.> And all the mud and hunting and fishing and obsessive football people. Just noooo. Then of course there’s the thousands of mosquitoes swimming through all that humidity. Oi. Yes, I wouldn’t complain if we moved a bit north. So I won’t judge you for disliking the south. I understand.

    Anyway, I’m so glad to have you back and well! *huggles*

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  10. I’d forgotten you are in GA. I traveled to GA for work twice last fall. It would have been fun to meet you :) Maybe I’ll be back there sooner than later. A few of my coworkers are there right now!

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