Last week we spent a few days house hunting in Leon. My first impression of the city was positive: it is clean, modern in many ways, and full of Mexican life. We found a lovely house to rent and signed the contract for it last Friday.
This week boxes are piling up in our rooms and clutter is getting tossed out. While some rooms are packed up, others need some more work -
As with any move, and especially one that was unforeseen, I am living a life of mixed emotions right now. I am excited to go to Leon, as I really fell in love with it while we were there. At the same time, we spent six happy years in Torreon and it will be hard to leave friends and coworkers.
Trinity, now three years old, has been handling the transition well. Mike gave her a box that she can fill with all of her 'essentials' - her favorite doll, ballerina, stuffed duck, etc. - to make sure they get to Leon. Noelle has also helped pack (and unpack) boxes in her own toddler way.
The words of a hymn we sang on Sunday keep echoing through my mind this week, words that help me get through the ups and downs of moving:
Me guía El, me guía El,
Con cuánto amor me guía El;
No abrigo dudas ni temor,
Pues me conduce el buen Pastor.
(rough translation: He lovingly guides me, I will not harbor doubts or fears for the Good Shepherd leads me on).
Because next week, this will be home -
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