On roller-coaster rides: reflections on moving

(Each time an author sets pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, they have an audience in mind.  This post reflects some thoughts on moving.)  

I’ve been riding a roller-coaster of emotions this month. You might have read in an earlier post (see here) that a major transition is happening in our family. We are in the middle of the chaos and disorganized state of packing and preparing to travel in a few days having lived in Boise, Idaho for 10 years and now moving to the Rochester Hills, Michigan area.

I’m not a fan of actual roller-coasters and even less of these emotional ones and the move has been as I might suspect a roller-coaster ride would be.

The roller coaster ride was already in place.  This school year was already going to be the start of transitions as our oldest son will graduate from high school and head to college followed by our daughter next year. And how could I leave out the transition of our youngest son from elementary to junior high school?

The ride was already beginning even before this idea of moving across country.  Now we are in the critical stage of packing and planning to move.  The roller coaster is nearing a crest and in a few days my stomach will lurch when we careen over the rise and begin barreling down the track.  Each day brings its own moments of absolute dread and excitement. The simplest of tasks can bring me to tears and a sense of accomplishment. Many more of these moments await as the packing up of our household continues and as our family prepares to say farewell to Idaho.

There is something else about this roller-coaster ride: it seems to have a loop. We are returning to a place where we once lived.  Ten years ago we left the Presbytery of Detroit for Boise. The other side of this loop will bring us to a different community within a much larger community.  There will be opportunities to reconnect with colleagues from the past, meet new colleagues, and establish ourselves in a network of Presbyterians once again.

So when this roller-coaster ride comes to an end, I’ll probably exit the car a bit wobbly and dizzy from the craziness of these past weeks.  I’ll look forward to regaining my equilibrium in a new, yet familiar place.  I’ll be anxious to see how and where God will lead me to service.  Until then, I’m the white-knuckled guy buckled in and waiting for the roller-coaster to stop moving.


One thought on “On roller-coaster rides: reflections on moving

  1. Not to mention the long lines of anticipation, only to be strapped in with your favorite person next to you. Sharing the exihileration and making great memories. To this day I can still remember some of the roller coaster rides that took my breath away. What joy to let go and experience the ride with your arms up and open to anything!!

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