A Time In Between

It’s a time in between. Not quite here anymore – but not there yet either.

Our house isn’t empty yet, but it no longer feels like home. Boxes gather in corners, drawers are half-empty. Things are disappearing – and with them, a piece of the everyday life we once knew.

It’s as if someone pressed pause. Not unpleasant. Just unfamiliar.

Goodbyes in stages

We say our goodbyes quietly. To rooms, to things, to routines. To the coffee mug that stood ready every morning. To the sound of the key in the door.To a life that repeated itself – reliable, but also predictable. To the familiar view from the window.

Some goodbyes are small. Others sting briefly.

Walks on our favorite forest path. A barbecue with friends. One last glance at the photo wall before it’s taken down.

And at the same time: That quiet anticipation

There it is – the excitement humming beneath the surface. When we walk past the motorhome. When a new idea for a route pops up.When we finally say it out loud: “It’s happening soon.”

The thought of leaving makes the heart beat lighter. A bit like being a child again, on the last day before summer break. Uncertain what’s coming – but longing to find out.

In between

Between farewell and arrival lies a strange suspension. We still live in the old, but the new keeps slipping in. When packing. When dreaming. When asking: “Will this all work out?”

It’s not an easy time. But it’s a precious one.

Because we’re forced to feel: What do I want to take with me – and what can stay behind?What is left, and what continues with us? In our luggage, our hearts, our minds.

We’re learning to wait – and to trust

Patience isn’t our strong suit. But right now, we’re practicing it daily.And we’re realizing: Waiting, too, can be part of the journey.

Because when you pause, things become clearer: What really matters. What we can let go of. And why we chose this path at all.

Between goodbye and departure lies space. For doubt. For hope. For depth.

We try not to skip over it – but to live it, fully aware. Because it, too, is part of our story. Maybe even one of the truest chapters.