So …. I guess I live in Wisconsin now.


It’s such a strange phenomenon, in this modern world of ours, to move to a new place. I often forget we’ve moved.

In Home Depot, which looks the exact same as in Colorado, I can let the reality of our move fade into the recesses of my mind while working with the paint guy and Erik to determine paint colors. It’s as if nothing has changed and we’ve just decided to repaint a room and finally invest in a step stool. Until suddenly I’m snapped back to reality when the paint guy says, “Oh, so you’re gonna wanna buy a snowblower sooner rather than later,” with full Wisconsin accent.

Smack–I’m back in reality and remembering that I now live in Wisconsin.

Same thing happened at Chilis the other night. I’m enjoying chips and salsa, like normal, with good friends, like normal, when all of the sudden a Menards commercial plays and that jingle “Save big money at Menards” that you only know if you’ve lived near a Menards in the past threw me smack right back into reality.

I now live in Wisconsin.

Every time I step outside and feel humidity … smack, reality.
Every time I get in my car and realize I have NO idea where I’m going … smack, reality.
Every time I wonder when I get to be done with this “camp” like experience and go back home … smack reality.
Every time I think about dropping Joshua off to visit his grandparents … smack, reality.
Every time I realize I feel like I’m just playing house and I’ll go back to mine sometime … smack, reality.

Moving is a strange thing. Especially in our society where most cities and towns have the same big-box stores, similar building styles, and generally nice people. It’s seriously easy to forget that you’ve moved from your home, family and friends until …. smack. Something slams you right back into reality.

Reality is, moving is hard. Reality is, we made this choice, and we will get through this transition.

No matter how many “smacks” it takes, I will start to adjust to my new reality.

About kristinlindeen

I am Kristin. I am Erik's wife. I am Joshua, Rebecca, and Andrew's mom. I am known nationally as the "QBQ! Daughter" and keynote on Personal Accountability and the QBQ. I am certified in Myers Briggs and am passionate about helping people understand themselves and others better. I am John and Karen's daughter. I am sister to many, mentor to some, friend to others. Most defining, I am Christ's daughter, adopted by God--rescued and saved by grace. And almost every single day, I need to be reminded of that truth. Come say "hi" at and of course, browse the blog! I'd love to hear from you, so comment away!
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2 Responses to Smack

  1. Julia says:

    Such a difficult thing these major life transitions, but what bravery you have for choosing to follow God's call! Welcome to Wisconsin. My only consolation is that you're in the "south" where you may have a warmer winter than us here up in the North. I've continued to follow your blog and find what you write to be real, honest, and as a young mom myself I can relate! God's blessings in this new chapter.

  2. cakboliv says:

    We're praying you up big time here in Colorado. Transitions are hard and take extreme patience, but you have a wonderful husband and son who will help ease you through the rough times. I am looking forward to hearing how God sustains you (because He will, He's got this. He sees, He knows, He called, He's gonna draw near to you when you draw near to Him, He's got new friends waiting in the wings, He's the God of new things and… in the meantime, He's the God of comfort in times of transition!) Love and hugs from me to you! Proud of you and sending you extra gentle thoughts of courage today!

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