Our time in Atlanta was limited to the term of my husband's fellowship - 9 months, to be exact - and that enjoyable appointment ended in May of this year, along with the income it generated. This meant that we had to leave (since our landlord annoyingly insisted we pay him rent for living in his house, and since that's not really possible without an income) and make our way to more generous souls up north - parents - who let us stay with them over the summer, to enjoy some family time before our return to Lebanon in August.
Leaving Atlanta was hard. We immediately fell in love with this city when we got here last year, and leaving its amazing grocery stores, great restaurants, fantastic hiking and nature, fun and active homeschooling community, challenging baseball league, awesome sites and attractions was so very sad. We even still had some things on our Must-dos list, such as visiting the CNN center.
It was also difficult, as in, physically challenging. Even though we had not accumulated very many things, knowing we would be leaving in a van with space only for our most personal belongings, cleaning out a house takes time and a lot of work. We managed to sell most of our furniture and some things on Craigslist, at a garage sale and to people we knew. This itself was a lot of work. Whatever was left was brought to Goodwill in two or three rounds. When all the big stuff was gone, we cleaned out the house, one room at a time. A lot of garbage bags were filled up. It's amazing how much stuff we had that could not be given away, but that is still useful, which made me feel bad to just throw away; a lot of spices and dry food, half full containers of shampoo and such, half full jars of food, etc. In all the chaos I also managed to take the car to Meineke and have it serviced, to make sure it would make the 750 miles without incident, and my husband finished up some research at his work. We also had a good bye party which included a lot of Southern treats and pool play, because if there's one thing I've learned through living the way we do, it's that saying good bye to people properly is important, and even though it's sad and makes me cry, I feel much better about leaving a place and friends if I've said a good farewell.
It was Friday after lunch that we mopped the floor one last time and closed the door to the house that had been our home for the past 9 months. I might or might not have held back a tear. The kids barely fit among all the stuff in the back, sitting on blankets among little boxes, bags, containers and other things, and William's guitar blocked my rear view, but slowly we pulled out, driving past the baseball field one last time to say goodbye. Our GPS brought us right through Downtown Atlanta and Friday afternoon traffic (Thanks!), which meant we got a very late start, but we didn't mind much. The last two weeks had been hard, and we were finally on our way again. On to new adventures!
Leaving Atlanta was hard. We immediately fell in love with this city when we got here last year, and leaving its amazing grocery stores, great restaurants, fantastic hiking and nature, fun and active homeschooling community, challenging baseball league, awesome sites and attractions was so very sad. We even still had some things on our Must-dos list, such as visiting the CNN center.
It was also difficult, as in, physically challenging. Even though we had not accumulated very many things, knowing we would be leaving in a van with space only for our most personal belongings, cleaning out a house takes time and a lot of work. We managed to sell most of our furniture and some things on Craigslist, at a garage sale and to people we knew. This itself was a lot of work. Whatever was left was brought to Goodwill in two or three rounds. When all the big stuff was gone, we cleaned out the house, one room at a time. A lot of garbage bags were filled up. It's amazing how much stuff we had that could not be given away, but that is still useful, which made me feel bad to just throw away; a lot of spices and dry food, half full containers of shampoo and such, half full jars of food, etc. In all the chaos I also managed to take the car to Meineke and have it serviced, to make sure it would make the 750 miles without incident, and my husband finished up some research at his work. We also had a good bye party which included a lot of Southern treats and pool play, because if there's one thing I've learned through living the way we do, it's that saying good bye to people properly is important, and even though it's sad and makes me cry, I feel much better about leaving a place and friends if I've said a good farewell.
It was Friday after lunch that we mopped the floor one last time and closed the door to the house that had been our home for the past 9 months. I might or might not have held back a tear. The kids barely fit among all the stuff in the back, sitting on blankets among little boxes, bags, containers and other things, and William's guitar blocked my rear view, but slowly we pulled out, driving past the baseball field one last time to say goodbye. Our GPS brought us right through Downtown Atlanta and Friday afternoon traffic (Thanks!), which meant we got a very late start, but we didn't mind much. The last two weeks had been hard, and we were finally on our way again. On to new adventures!
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