This Classical Life

Since we’ve returned from the beach, our move is more or less imminent, even in the minds of our children. The first time we drove back into the city, I heard behind me Kate exclaim, with a joyous sigh, “the city! We get to live here!” It was the sort of tone children might use when describing Disney World. To our children, the city means living near friends and our church, being in closer proximity to museums and other fun parks and places for adventure. In some ways, we will all miss our idyllic small town street, big yard and sweet bungalow. But we are looking forward to our new home in our new neighborhood, a true urban neighborhood with shops, restaurants and mixed income housing, with a rich and important history. We are blocks away from a research university and hospitals, and within a mile or two of the all of the business district and museums. It is a neighborhood I could see us growing old in. Believing that we needed our time in the bungalow and God used it to grow us and heal us, we are still looking forward to moving to the city, for more reasons than these. The city has drawn us in.

We’ve been planning to buy the next release of the iphone since Bush declared he’d send us some cash, so we joined the throngs Friday. I’ve definitely used some great features and apps already, and will get a lot of use out of them, but I am not buying games or spending time finding the perfect app for x or y, so I think my time fiddling is already minimizing a great deal. Some of my favorite finds were jott (why was I not using it before?) and save benjis. I really enjoyed being out and about and saying, “Let’s do something fun. Hey, I think there’s a drive-in somewhere nearby.” And being able to quickly find out the location and what was playing so that we could go straight there, no fuss.

Moving is always a hassle, and we are supposed to start next weekend. Unfortunately, we are still waiting on final appraisal numbers, eleven days before closing. Please pray that all goes well. Moving has inspired me to sell some things, including the nursery furniture. Lexi and Kate are camping out on their floor until my parents have a chance to bring the bunk beds that my siblings and I used growing up. Hurrah for classic furniture that stands the test of time. They must be almost thirty years old now, and still going strong.