Moving. It’s exciting yet oh-so dreadful. My husband and I decided that after spending a year in our two-bedroom apartment, we desperately needed more room. So in just a couple days, we will be loading up the trucks and trailers and moving to a more spacious three-bedroom apartment just down the road.

So for the past few weeks, we’ve done nothing but get boxes, load boxes, stack boxes and get more boxes. Aubrey has been surprisingly excited and willing to help, so we’ve managed to get almost everything packed just in time. But man did I fail to realize how much we really had to pack.

There was junk shoved in the pits of the hell-hole we called our closet; there were more cups in our cabinets then we’d ever possibly need unless we plan to host a wedding in the near feature; and I realized I own enough shoes to wear a new pair pretty much every day of the year.

The point is we have a lot. And packing made me realize how thankful I am for how much we have. Like most other families, money has been tight for our family the past few months with added expenses and rising prices. And I know that personally, our lack of funds has made me feel like we are going without all the extras, like the unnecessary trips to Target and restaurant runs.

But when you start putting all your belongings in boxes, boxes and more boxes, you realize how much you really have and how lucky you really are to have what you have. We are certainly not going without, even though we may feel like we are sometimes. And I guess it took putting all our stuff in boxes for me to realize how truly blessed I am.

My husband and I both have jobs, and we have food to eat, clothes to wear and are able to move to a more spacious home. Right now, people are losing their jobs and losing their homes. I am thankful for what I have, and I guess it’s about time I realized that.

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