As I was driving back to the house this evening following the running of an errand, I thought of the disconnect that we are feeling now that we know we are moving. That disconnect is something that is probably the most disconcerting to me at a time like this.
I no longer call Topeka home, and no longer call our place our home, yet we have not yet moved and begun to sink roots in Wichita. It’s a kind of listless feeling…one that I’m sure many people feel in the course of their lives…but yet one that I don’t fully understand.
I can’t fathom what it must be like to be homeless and feel this way all the time; or to be a refugee and feel the disconnect, but not have a place to go. I can’t imagine how it must feel to not be able to stand on soil somewhere and say that this is home.
We will be disconnected about 48 hours longer; then we will begin to plant roots in our new home. We are truly blessed.
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