My nephew, Tim, and his wife and baby are moving. They have been living in Mexico for the past two years, and their time has come to an end.
When they joined the Foreign Service, they knew that theirs would be a life of hellos and goodbyes; that boxes and moving trucks would periodically turn homes back into houses; and that they would ever after categorize their life as a life lived Between Worlds.
But even though they knew that, living out that reality is different then anticipating it. In a beautiful blog post, my nephew describes the experience of watching their home become a house. You can read it by clicking here.
I'll end with these words taken from the blog post:
Watching the physical symbols of home go into boxes is a melancholy experience. It means we are leaving soon. But we also know that home is not our stuff.Home, for our family, is finding love and belonging in all of the new places that we are blessed to experience.*
*You can follow Tim and Kim's journey at Far and Away, With T, K, & J
