By now you know that we will be moving from one house to another in Indianapolis. “We” includes my daughter, Becky, and her husband, Paul. They started looking for downsizing, but I’m not sure it ended that way. I will, however, exchange three rooms and a bathroom for two rooms and a new walk-in shower. That latter Paul has put in, with help from friends and online videos.
Becky babysits with a grandson during school hours, and then goes to the other house to work. Today, she returned here to pack the kitchen and other last-minute items. Our move is in two days––Saturday. I left packing my desk until a few days ago, and Friday I’ll finish packing the bathroom. Tomorrow my grandson, with the help of his dad (my second son), will arrive from Kentucky to load my bedroom set. I’m exchanging a queen-size bed for a full-size one. Where I sleep for the following two nights is debatable. There are other beds available, but downstairs.
A friend called me a spiritual caregiver, and she related that to our move. I’m not sure about the connection, but I value the term. I am a caregiver at heart, and I rely on the Holy Spirit for all that I may accomplish, whether that’s my writing, relationships, or this move. Combining the two terms means responsibility and privilege.
Here are two photos. The one on top is our present home, and the one below is the new house. Until we arrive and set up all that’s been packed will we be able to call it home.
Ann Coker 
As a United Methodist pastor, I know how difficult moves themselves can be; layer
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I should be used to moving. We did it frequently in my childhood, during the years of Bill’s pastoring, and in Terre Haute moving from the parsonage to a house we had built on acreage, and then to Indianapolis when we needed more help with Bill’s dementia. I guess because of age, this move seems harder.
Did you not complete your reply? It stops with the word “layer.”
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