Where my heart is
Thursday, Apr 7, 2005
Amy is clicking her heels and reciting, “There’s no place like home… [click, click, click] There’s no place like home…”
We exchanged our spacious Florida home for a two-bedroom apartment in California back in September. (Pardon the redundancy to faithful readers and people in real life.) My handsome rocket scientist already travels more than we’d like, so the children and I decided to join him for this project. My entire personality baulks against change, even more so when the change is difficult. And if I need any salt on my wound, now that I’m getting used to the change, it’s time to…change.
We’re leaving for home today.
I’d like to spend a few minutes musing on the lessons we learned while living without a yard to play in, a convenient laundry machine to wash in, and a few less square feet to breathe in—but my brain is buried under the boxes.
But I expect if I had to sum it up while I’m walking out the door, there are two things I wish I’d told myself from the beginning, “Self–lose the attitude, and smile when you don’t feel like it.” I’m not into psychobabble, but there’s something about behaving different that makes you feel different. I’m not into spiritual-babble, either, but there’s something about obeying God that makes enjoying God a little easier.
In closing, I’m reposting some old thoughts. See you on the other coast.
6 Reasons to Celebrate 6 People in an 888 Square Foot Apartment
1. Valuable Legal Lesson Learned. Never, never, never enter into a lease or any other contract unless you’ve SEEN with your own eyes what you are purchasing. Pictures do not count. Nicely furnished models are deceptive; your apartment will NOT look like the one they show you. It won’t have the same appliances (or as in our case, some may even be missing).
2. Compulsive Habit Possibly Broken. I have the tendency to check on my babies several times a night to make sure all is well. Being in a tiny apartment, one doesn’t have to get out of bed at night to hear everyone breathing.
3. Exercise. When the laundry facilities aren’t in the vicinity of your dwelling and you have a family of 6, there is ample opportunity for daily cardio workouts. The parking spaces are also not near your door, so that $200 Wal-Mart trip is also cause for calorie burning. This all makes up for the advertised work-out facilities that never materialized. (The exercise room has been under “remodeling” since we’ve been here. It opened this week. Three days ago. Yes, we’re leaving today. Yes, this is the story of my life.)
4. Valuable People Skills Being Honed. Having to call the management office on a weekly basis to report what has gone wrong now has helped me refine the fine art of motivating people. Offering the maintenance guy a caffeine-free Coke will not get him to return. When he says that he likes his caffeine, get the guy some caffeine.
5. No Need to Watch Reality Shows. When you are the prime witness to your upstairs neighbors’ every footstep, cough, door shutting, shower taking, and toothbrush hitting on the sink, why watch a reality show? Hey, why even watch TV when you can just listen to his?
6. Cultivating a Longing for Home. Yes, I miss my house in Florida. I look forward to returning. But why long for a temporary house when the Bible promises an eternal Home?
1 Thessalonians 4:15-18:
For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we shall always be with the Lord. Therefore comfort one another with these words.
Then, in Hebrews 6:19-20 we are told that this is a sure thing:
This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil, where Jesus has entered as a forerunner for us…
And finally, Hebrews 11:13-16 gives us this glimpse of the promise to come:
All these died in faith, without receiving the promises, but having seen them and having welcomed them from a distance, and having confessed that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For those who say such things make it clear that they are seeking a country of their own. And indeed if they had been thinking of that country from which they went out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; for He has prepared a city for them.
If you know Christ, you have this hope. And that, my friend, is a reason to celebrate.
[click, click, click...]
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You really just crack me up, Amy.
) Reading your experiences with apartment living has brought to mind the years that I spent in my little apartment, groaning over the noisey neighbors who would wake up my baby at 3am. lol
Memories……….
Comment by Jenna (April 7, 2005 @ 2:14 pm )
So now I know where you are
And I’m guessing if the rocket scientist is working near JPL in Pasadena, or Vandenburg, and the company’s paying for the 888 square feet–then another reason to celebrate is that you are not having to pay the nearly $2000 rent it costs to cover that cubbyhole.
Have a safe return.
Comment by Weets (April 7, 2005 @ 3:22 pm )
Weets, you ain’t far off on the rent (I’m not TOO far from where she is).
AMY…think of me when you are back home, complete with backyard and increased square footage.
But thank you for the reminder that no matter where we are, house or no house, it’s not really home. And I am grateful for the reminder to be content where God has placed me right now. I will not long for the garlic and onions of Egypt, or the large kitchen and big backyard in SC. 
Comment by Kristen (April 7, 2005 @ 5:36 pm )
I grew up in CA and lived my first year of marriage in Pasadena and so that wee apartment you describe is quite like home to me (and so is Pasadena and the church we’re still members of there — a PCA church plant, Christ Church of Pasadena), now more than 7000 miles away. Thank you for reminding me that truly my home is with Christ alone.
Comment by Ashley (April 7, 2005 @ 6:03 pm )
Welcome home Amy!
Comment by eryn (April 7, 2005 @ 8:55 pm )
The east coast can’t wait to have y’all back! Have a nice safe uneventful (as much as possible with little ones anyway) trip back.
I love my house, too. Thank you for the reminder that there really is no place like HOME!
Comment by Shannon Miller (April 7, 2005 @ 9:40 pm )
Glad that you get to go back home! Isn’t moving awful? But if you’re going back to where you want to be, hopefully that takes the edge off!
Comment by NC (April 7, 2005 @ 10:40 pm )
GREAT post, Amy, and happy traveling!

Comment by Molly (April 7, 2005 @ 11:42 pm )
Bless you Amy,
I sit smiling at the frustration with the unfamiliar that was not a thought out choicem (or perhaps not as educated as you hoped) and the longing for familiar, which was probably deeply thought out. Regardless of where you are, you’ll always know where you could be. Such a simple eye opening, praise God.
Perhaps the small stresses of the past few months have brought simple thanks to you and your children. When they play in the yard, greatfulness can be part of the experience, if not for them, then for you.
God bless you sister.
Comment by Paula (April 7, 2005 @ 11:47 pm )
Have a safe trip to Florida and enjoy your “new” old place!
Comment by Jeannine (April 8, 2005 @ 3:49 am )
California is not that bad!! After making this state our home state for 5 generations and over 100 years, you get quite fond of it. Actually, as we are moving to the mid-west (a surprise from God) we are missing our homestate even more. I’m sure you long to be back in FL the same way we would love to stay on CA’s central coast. But at the same time we are excited to read the new chapter that the Lord is writing in the story of our lives.
Comment by Rebecca (April 8, 2005 @ 9:19 am )
great post! we too recently moved (idaho to texas) and it was really hard. Thanks for the great reminder that here (whatever location that is) is not home.
Comment by tiffany (April 8, 2005 @ 11:11 am )
great post! we too recently moved (idaho to texas) and it was really hard. Thanks for the great reminder that here (whatever location that is) is not home.
Comment by tiffany (April 8, 2005 @ 11:11 am )
Amy -
I was thinking of you today and how wonderful it must have been to open that front door and be home. How you could just drop your shoulders and sigh with relief - even though I’m sure it was crazy all around you.
Welcome back to the East Coast!
Blessings,
Comment by Sal (April 8, 2005 @ 8:58 pm )
Amy,
Can’t remember which post you were talking about wanting big, male police officers on your side. I got to meet one of those this morning and I am so thankful he was so huge. A fellow decided to break into our house and sleep off his hang-over on our basement couch. My kids found him in the morning while I was in the tub. Thank God nothing serious happened. BUt when the police cruiser pulled up to take away our univited guest I was thinking about that post and praying like crazy that the police officer would be male and BIG. And he was!! I’m with ya on that one.
Comment by Lani (April 9, 2005 @ 8:39 pm )
Having come from some 650sq. feet for the six of us, but in a house with a yard to a second floor apartment with 1450sq. feet…I’d rather have the house back!!! And similar to you, we’re moving soon, and back home to NC into the country from The City.
I’m enjoying your Blog, and I totally agree with your feminism scheminism post!
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