We Were Never Meant to Do Life Alone

August 21, 2026

A lot has happened in the past ten days.

We flew across the country, closed on our new house, moved our son into college, and headed back to finish packing and getting ready to leave in just a few days.

The trailer was dropped off yesterday. It’s locked and loaded with the things we are taking with us.

And I feel so ready.

Ready to move on. Ready to start over in a place that already feels like home.

Yet leaving the house that has been our family home for the past ten years feels so hard.

There are a lot of good memories here.

And a lot of really painful ones, too.

Being at the new house felt so fresh. Clean. Light. Almost like a blank canvas, just waiting for memories to be made.

I’m not naive. I know moving to a new house and a new state doesn’t mean life will suddenly be perfect. There will be new challenges and new struggles mixed in with new opportunities and, hopefully, some really wonderful moments with family and friends.

But even knowing, without a doubt, that this move is the best decision for us, leaving this place and this house is not easy.

This morning, I stopped by a friend’s house to drop off some pantry and freezer items we didn’t use up and couldn’t take with us.

I sat with her for a minute, and I just started to cry.

My emotions got the best of me.

I told her that she and her family are really the only people who live here full-time who truly care that we are leaving.

We have a few seasonal neighbors who have been huge supports over the years. And yes, we have friends we can have fun with.

But we haven’t had a community of people surrounding us. People we can count on when life gets hard.

Honestly, we haven’t had that since we moved here more than a decade ago.

Over the past several months, going back and forth between the two states and getting ready for this move, I’ve realized just how lonely I have been.

And how much I need to be part of something.

I need people who will share our burdens and be there when life gets hard—and people whose burdens we can help carry, too.

We were never meant to do life alone.

Galatians 6:2

“Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.”

The funny thing is, I’m a homebody. I’m pretty shy. I’m introverted.

But I still need community.

I don’t think I realized just how much I needed it until I didn’t have it anymore.

So, in two days, we will hit the road.

We will make the move and keep our hearts open to whatever the Lord has in store for us.

I’m scared.

Uncomfortable.

Sad.

Happy.

Excited.

Hopeful.

All of it at once.

And maybe that’s okay.

I don’t need to choose one emotion over another. I can be grateful for where we are going and still grieve what we are leaving behind.

So for now, I’m holding space for all of it—the sadness of closing this chapter and the hope of beginning a new one.

And trusting that the Lord is already there, preparing what comes next.