Take a minute and think about where you live: everything you own, all the furniture, all the things hung on the walls. Now let me ask you this: Could you move everything out of your house today, right now? You have the whole day, but nothing is packed, no moving truck has been booked, no storage unit rented, and no preparation whatsoever. Well before you underestimate yourself, let me tell you that it is possible and pretty much describes how the weekend went when I decided to move out.
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The day was Saturday, June 11, 2016 when I knew it was time to end the relationship I was in and move out of the house we shared. In fact, the Friday before is the day I officially realized that it was time (side note: more like way over due time but time nonetheless). I remember sitting at a Chick-Fil-A on my lunch break Friday afternoon and my mind racing, trying to figure out my plan. Probably the one and only time a Chick-Fil-A Chicken sandwich could not entice me to eat. I will never forget that feeling. More than anything, I was just ready. Ready to be alone, ready to figure out what Cassie thinks, what Cassie likes, what Cassie believes, but scared out of my mind nonetheless. So on that Saturday, June 11, 2016 I moved out. However, the morning of, I had nothing packed, no moving truck, no storage unit, no preparation whatsoever. Sounded like a logical plan that made total sense, right?
I woke up at 6 a.m. that Saturday morning. I knew what I had to get done, but that didn’t make it any easier. I remember the first thing I had to do was find a storage unit and
a moving truck. I began calling different places and the Lord provided. I found
a reasonable storage unit available and a U Haul that I could rent from the
same place. I remember trying to hold it together while I was on the phone with the owner, trying to figure out how big of a unit I needed. I got off the phone and immediately broke down in tears. After a few minutes, I got myself together and continued on. The next thing I needed to do was find people to help me move out. I began calling people and the Lord Provided. I did a few other logistical things that morning, including the routine of breaking down crying and then pulling myself together. The next things I had to do: pick up my U Haul, sign paperwork at my storage unit, and then head to get my things. Ironically, my then boyfriend and I had kept a lot of the boxes I used when I moved in. It was like an unspoken agreement we had to keep the boxes and not throw them out (that is what I like to call a sign people, the Holy Spirit, a red flag, tomato, potato, you get the picture). But nonetheless, the Lord had provided boxes.
So, here I am driving to the house in this huge U Haul. Nothing is packed at the house and nothing is ready to go. I get to the house and immediately it is like a whole another person takes over. I am focused, on a mission, and there is absolutely no more crying right now. (Side note: Okay, so I did have my moments where I would sneak into a closet, allow myself two, maybe three tears and then tell myself to get it together and get back to work.) I start packing things up, throwing things in boxes, trying to stay as organized as possible as fast as possible. Is that even possible? However, there were two things I had to keep in mind the entire time:
1. Figuring out which stuff was his and mine.
2. Keeping clothes out and other things that I would need for the next week (keep in mind that even though my world felt like it was ending, life was still going on and I had work on Monday).
I look back at that day and am amazed myself. I managed to pack everything up, and with the help of others, load it onto the U Haul in about 5 hours….Have you seen my closet? Because if you have, then you’d be amazed to.
As I drive away from the house, in the now packed U Haul, I call a few of my friends and family. Once again, I try so hard to keep it together, but keep losing it on the phone. At that point of the day, it was around 5 or 6:00 p.m I want to say, but it felt like
the longest day of my life. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally, not to mention still in shock from what just occurred. I drove the U Haul to my storage unit and left it parked overnight with my entire life in the back to unload the next day. Side note: Once I got to my storage unit, I ended up accidentally locking the keys inside the cab of the U Haul. After some help from my parents and some police officers we were able to get the keys out (I managed to escape having to pay a lock smith to come out, did I mention the Lord is good)?
Very long story short (too late), I did it. I took the plunge, ended the relationship, and moved out all in one weekend. But I did not do it alone, I did it with the help of God.
God in the form of the people who helped me move out that day. God in the form of my ex boyfriend who helped me move out and made the breakup as civil as possible. God in the form of the police officers who came to help unlock the keys out of the U Haul. God in the form of my parents who helped me move and stay with them until I found an apartment. God in the form of the owner of the Storage Unit who let me rent the U Haul truck on a Sunday even though they were closed. And God in the form of the many other friends and family who were there for me during that time. They encouraged me, supported me, and listened to me. If that doesn’t have God and Jesus written all over it, I don’t know what does.
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” -Joshua 1:9