Starting over...

It feels like God hit the reset button for us about a week and a half ago, and we've been reeling ever since. I'll never understand why God works the way he does, but I have to trust that it is in my best interest.

As we were preparing to move to our new apartment, our house was broken into and robbed. We made things pretty convenient for the theif, too. He was after our PS3 and we had already packed all of the video games and DVDs neatly into one box so he lifted that too, making off with about $2500 worth of my husband's things.

It's a strange feeling, knowing that someone has been in your living space without your knowledge or permission. Upon first arriving home, I didn't even know anything had happened. I thought our landlord (who we had been arguing with earlier that day) had come by and locked the door back in a different way. When I finally realized what had happened, I completely lost it. This man could have killed my dog, he could have destroyed precious momentos of our wedding, and he did take a collection that had taken my husband nearly a decade to build.

Mixed with all of the unpleasantness from our landlord we had had enough. There was no way either of us could sleep in that house, knowing the theif might come back for the game system he hadn't managed to get unplugged, and we weren't going to leave any of our things there either. By the grace of God, we were allowed to move into the new place a week early and could begin bringing in our things that day.

We spent the rest of that day throwing things unceremoniously into boxes and loading whatever we could into a trailor, with the help of wonderful family and friends. By the end of the day the house wasn't completely empty, but there was certainly nothing left worth stealing.

We are now completely finished with the old place, and I have vowed that I will never go anywhere near it again. That might seem extreme, but we lived there for a year and a half that was full of ridiculous amounts of undue stress. I'm ready to move on.

Currently, we are squatters amidst an avalanch of boxes! It is getting better. We managed to cook a real meal and eat at the kitchen table last night (which was an adventure in and of itself. First time making fried chicken...oh my!). I'm absolutely in love with our new place, despite the mess. And I can already feel my stress level lowering. Stay tuned for an awesome house party in the future! That is, once all of the boxes are finally gone =P