Saying Goodbye

Nathan is working on his primary music lesson for tomorrow:

He sits amidst oxygen tanks and boxes of music for violin, cello, and piano.

We have no furniture left here, except for a few pieces left to go to storage.

It is a mess, in part because moving is crazy and in part because the children tried so hard to “help” and in part because Kyrie pulls everything out of boxes as fast as we get things packed.

I can’t believe we are really moving, and I can’t believe we only found out two weeks ago.

Well, we were prompted in February, at Mary’s sealing, to prepare to move quickly.

Even to Cincinnati.

So we worked and worked for months cleaning out the house and getting rid of foster things we no longer needed.

But nothing in Cincinnati panned out, no matter how hard we tried.

We thought maybe it meant more generally, and tried Utah, but everything fell through there.

We almost got jobs in New York and Connecticut, and then it didn’t work at the last minute.

It was one wall after another, and we couldn’t get to Cincinnati or anywhere else.

Until suddenly we found out all three second graders could go to deaf school together as only day students if we moved to the district in Tulsa.

And then the little ones got in deaf preschool.

And then I got assigned to finish my chaplaincy residency in Tulsa, which had been interrupted a year ago when the baby was life flighted to Cincinnati.

And the only house available was a tiny little blue house on Cincinnati street.

How crazy is that?!

So we found all this out one day, found the house the next day, and confirmed we got the house and the kids in their schools the next day.


So we are moving, we found out.

Like right now.

It reminds me of that time right after we got married, and we found out we were going to Israel the very next day.

Goodness, we live in some kind of tornado swirl of exhausting excitement.

But Heavenly Father is good to us and helped us work out the details, and parents and friends sacrificed hours and hours and whole days to help while we got the new house ready, and more came today to help move furniture, and it leaves me in awe.

We are so excited because it is so good for our family, though the chaos and changes has been hard on the children who so depend on routine.  We will get settled in the new house tomorrow, and go on lock down without visitors for a little bit to give them time to settle and adjust and get started in their new schools before adding in any more excitement.  They are doing great, but it is really hard on them.

It’s also hard on all of us to leave this place.

This is where we came to cry after my parents died.

This is where we had one more final miscarriage.

This is where we adopted our first two fosters, found out Kyrie was coming, and gathered our last three adoptees.

This is where they all became siblings, where we became a family.

This is where we fought cancer.

This is where we wrote a book.

This is where we loved and laughed and learned.

And tomorrow we say goodbye.

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About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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