This past weekend I had a BIG revelation that sort of startled my husband. Really, he wasn’t prepared for what was about to transpire on Saturday morning.
I think it was brought on because Franklin Flannels now hang in my dining room and it was getting to be a little much!
I sort of had a hissy fit about STUFF…all the stuff that seems to have never found a home…or the stuff that just got stuffed some place while we were figuring out where its home would be.
I noticed boxes in the rafters in the garage that still hadn’t been unpacked. What could possibly be in them after all this time that I couldn’t live without? I still don’t know because we didn’t get that far.
There’s a little too much chaotic mess and this weekend, it finally got my attention.
May I just say that I never, ever knew that moving was such a BIG DEAL and everyone copes differently. I tend to jump right into things and my husband is the exact opposite! I jumped in big time, but forgot to totally pull my home together.
My husband doesn’t put stuff away and the trunk of his car was a major MESS!
I put things away but I have no idea where I put said item.
We just weren’t totally settled. Settling is more about consciousness than you might ever think. You have to consciously settle. Settling is more than socializing.
Granted, with each passing month…everything gets easier and home is now in Franklin.
But I’d be lying if I told you that sometimes I don’t pinch myself as a reminder that I’m not just passing through Middle Tennessee. Like sometimes I’m driving to a meeting in Nashville, I think “Huh?”
Does this sound weird to you? If you’ve ever done a major move, you might understand.
So we cleaned out STUFF and took it to the Goodwill. Then we spent some time organizing. I have a very large floor to ceiling cabinet that houses my serving pieces and some random table decorations. My cute husband thought this would be a good place to also store his collection of baseball caps! They now have a new home. And there were other random things in there, too.
But later that day, we went to Downtown Franklin and walked into one of my favorite shops and it felt just like home, because friends own this store and big hugs happen when we see each other and it’s like we’re next door neighbors.
It’s beautiful when that happens and it reminds me that I have friends here and on the West Coast and wherever friends and family are is HOME.
Feeling settled takes time…it really does and if you’ve moved to Franklin or anywhere else for that matter that has taken you far away from all that was familiar and easy and didn’t require much thought…then I want you to know that you have to give yourself time and really be gentle with your feelings.
And it’s also a good idea to pick up the phone and call someone.
There was another bonus on Saturday and this, for me, was big. I asked my manicurist where I could eat really good Chinese food? Like where did she go to eat Chinese food and she told me about a restaurant right in Brentwood. For 2 1/2 years I’ve been really missing excellent Chinese food. It’s a thing. It’s my thing. But this past Saturday night…I ate the most delectable Chinese food and I moved one step closer to feeling settled.
You know what? I’ve learned that I’m good at big challenges…but really and truly it is the little things that change everything, like no baseball caps in my cabinet and really good Chinese food. (Blog post is coming, but it’s called Corner Asian Bistro on Franklin Road. If you like Chinese food, you’ll love this.)
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