goodbye…hello

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I wasn’t going to do this. I had no intention of one last blog post from this house — this home of 20 years. But it just got real, folks, as I was walking around deciding what I would take in the car, and what would stay until we figure out just how much (or little) room we will have in the new place.

So many details. How often are we caught up in the minutiae and never do anything? I know that has been my distraction and downfall. Now, though, it seems like the minutiae is more than insignificant details. No — they are in fact quite significant.

I’m walking from room to room taking a mental inventory, not just of items to throw away or take, or a monumental to-do list of painting and repairs, but of the silliness and joy behind those things.

Only recently did I learn the full scope of the science experiments conducted by the kids in the jack-and-jill bathroom between the girls’ and boy’s room. Great. I would have killed them dead had I known. Now I laugh, and laugh with them as they confess. It also explains the state of the sink.

The scratches in the hallway from the dog running in place unable to get purchase.

The uneven air-conditioning that makes our bedroom a sauna and the rest of the house a meat-locker. It’s bad when guests refer to it as the arctic zone.

The view from the living room into a welcoming and soothing back yard.

The honeysuckles. And roses. And blueberries. And strawberries. And lightning bugs.

chapelI sat in Adoration last night, thinking of all these things and what I would miss, and felt suddenly so very lonely and apprehensive about the move. I’m leaving everything I’ve known for 20 years, exchanging it all for a different view, a different house with memories not yet made.

I looked upon the altar in the chapel one last time, too.

Everything I settled my gaze upon would be replaced with something new. Except the One thing that never changes. He is here. He is there. And suddenly it was all ok. I won’t be going into the unknown at all.

 

“Why I Moved” by Bego

Wency, of Slaho fame, asked me the following question:

Hey Bego, any reason why you decided to move? Just curious, you know?

Ok, Wency, here’s my answer: Because.

There’s more, of course, but the overwhelming reason is because I wanted to do it. When I started blogging a few years ago, I had already been reading several forums and blogs and had seen a lot of nice clean blogs and an equal share of really messy, really confusing blogs that had so many widgets and stuff that it was distracting. And then when I starting reading those blogs from Bloglines, the reader took out all that stuff and gave me the kind of clean lines I appreciated. Anyway, from a purely aesthetic and streamlined point of view, I liked the stuff that let me find the content easier.

When I finally decided to take the plunge and start my own blog, I knew my audience was family and friends–I just wanted a place to post my random thoughts and observations, and also keep my parents and siblings caught up on stuff in my life. It became a forum for posting the silly pictures of stuff going on in my life, and I wanted to keep it as simple as possible, mostly so that my parents could use it without having to register for things like MySpace or Facebook.

I tried out a few blogs, such as Xanga and LiveJournal, but they were loaded with all the stuff that I wanted to avoid. Blogger seemed to have the easiest format, not only for the reader, but for me, too. I settled on the design that I liked the most out of what was available at the time, almost on a whim. I liked it well enough and it served my needs.

I was doing some other stuff on blogs at the time. Like you, I was posting at Ink ‘n Doodles, and in fact, the Friday Ruminations eventually turned into my blog–something that agitated Rob a little (sorry dude, but all this is your fault to begin with!) because I pretty much disappeared from posting over there. But hey, it gave me the courage to take the dive. For too long I wrote and jammed it under my bed instead of sharing it. I was also writing on a group blog at Rosary Army, where I eventually started posting on Mondays under the title of Monday Musings. That has grown into a regular feature at Rosary Army, along with some other really good bloggers like Mickey Addison, Fr. Bill Kessler, Greg Willits, and lately, a podcast called Catholic Magazine that features Mickey, me, and Fr. Jay Finelli, the iPadre (check out his podcast, too!). I also help write for That Catholic Show, which, if I say so myself, is a great fun way to look at Catholicism in 5-mute bursts of catechesis.

So, it turns out that I’m not just writing on my blog, but I’m scattered in a bunch of different places, and while the readership of this blog is still family and close friends, I’ve also added some very cool and interesting people who drop in every once in a while, either out of curiosity or because I’ve linked to here for something that I think they would like.

In writing for those other endeavors, I’ve been exposed to different bloghosts, and found that WordPress has a cleaner design–exactly what I was looking for! The bottom line is this: if I had known then what I know now, I would have built my blog like this three years ago. But I didn’t.

It’s kind of like buying a house. Unless you are one of those freaky people who knows exactly what to get, and has the foresight and money to get it on the first go round, you end up buying the house you can, and learn from that experience so you can get a bigger and better house the next time.

That’s it. I moved because I wanted to and I could. And I was tired of green.

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