to go from one place of residence to anotherto advance or progressto arouse or excite the feelings or passions of; affect with emotion
Someone had to drive across the state to move the last of our stuff, so Bird was nice enough to accompany me on one last road trip.
We’re gathering our boxes, mine and the Engineer’s, in my mom’s basement until he and his brother take everything cross-country to our new home in North Carolina. It’s been a lot of back and forth – it took multiple trips to get all our belongings from our little college town to our respective homes, and we’re still consolidating boxes.
It’s mostly lateral movement so far, both literally, east-west on the map, and figuratively, in that we’re shuffling stuff between impermanent housing options. But in just a few weeks we’ll be advancing instead of just snuffling.
And our new house is so pretty!
It’s not super fancy or anything, but it’s somewhere we can both see ourselves starting a new phase of adulthood, starting a marriage, and making a home. I’m in love with the windows – despite it being a middle unit townhome, the big windows let in so much light that nothing feels squished. Thinking about arranging it, about hanging those two pictures in the blue and silver frames at the landing of the staircase, is exciting. (And doing laundry. We have an in-house washer and dryer. They don’t require coins to operate!)
So although the process of moving has moved me to tears at least twice – I can’t wait to move forward.
The Grammar Changeling 
I/we moved cross county/internationally/up and down the coasts, from desert to seashores, to forested hills, to Bella Napoli and to the mysterious Orient 14 times. There were times where both Barbara and I, both daughters, and the movers were ALL crying. You are setting out on a great adventure and your destination(s) remain to be identified and reached by you and Matthew but you have a great following sea of love and support from so many. We love you.
Thanks, Jim 🙂
Although now I need to hear how you made the movers cry…