Just a short post on the impermanence of all things–and just how ordinary an experience that can be.

Earlier this year, I was focusing quite a bit on trying to “dedicate” spaces around the house to a more intentional sense of utility and purpose–the dining room as a space for sharing meals, the den as a hearth, and our bedroom as a refuge.

And now it is all coming undone as more and more of that household makes its way into boxes and out the front door.

I first commented on this shift about a month ago, when the packing really started to pick up pace. At the time, I was focusing on the need to create a little space of order in the midst of all of the chaos. There’s not a lot of opportunity for that right now….

Today, I took the legs off of the dining room table and hauled it out to the pod, along with the couch and the last remaining chair in the den. There is still plenty of livable space in the house, but it is feeling less and less like our home.

Soon, though, all of this packing and purging will be over, and we will be settling into an entirely new phase of our lives, with an entirely new set of challenges.

And of course, whatever life we settle into during the next few months… that too will change, as our lives continue to unfold.

It’s not the first time I’ve quoted Emerson in moments like this, and it probably won’t be the last:

“Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid–noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.”