It has now been more than five weeks from the fire. We are settled into a condo. We have clean clothes. Construction has begun on the house. In short, we are moving forward and are living some type of normal life. Every once in a while though, something happens and it is like you are slapped in the face again. Not in a bad way really, just a blunt reminder that life is not normal right now. This happened yesterday.
I am currently in scenic Lebanon, Tennessee. What more could a girl ask for, right? Well, I got home from work late because I was getting ready for the trip. I laid out the clothes that I wanted to pack. I ate dinner. I wasn't worried about anything other than the 4 am alarm clock. I started to pack, but I don't have any luggage. So I sent a frantic email to a friend who graciously lent me her carry-on. I doubt that it was a big deal to her to lend me the bag. She wasn't going to use it this week and I probably won't hurt it. It was just another reminder that our lives are out of sorts. I can only imagine the corner where the next reminder lurks.
I won't post a picture of the bag--but I have posted a picture of the nicest hotel in Lebanon.
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