On the morning of September 1st, our loaded down minivan will pull out of Tupelo, MS. We will not be back before we leave for Papua New Guinea. I’ve known for a long time that I would miss our church. Our friends. Our family.
But today, as I drove home from running some errands, down streets I have driven countless times, tears began to fall. They weren’t tears for our friends, church, or family. They were tears for this place. These familiar streets. And they surprised me.
When we moved to Tupelo seven years ago, I was heartbroken and a bit angry. There was absolutely no. part. of. me that wanted to live in Tupelo, MS. I had a few grown-up temper tantrums, and often dreamed of being able to move. Anywhere else.
But despite my pleas, God kept us here in Tupelo. I was 24 when we moved here. I’m now 31. I’ve carried and birthed three babies. I’ve watched my older girls grow from toddler and preschooler to so old I can’t believe it most days. Birthdays and Christmases have been celebrated. David and I have done 7 of our 11 years of marriage right here – more than half of our married life. We’ve made friends. Struggled. Grieved. Laughed. Worked. Years of mundane, beautiful, crazy, day-to-day life moments have happened here, in this city.
It crept on me, this home-ness of Tupelo. But it happened. Tupelo has become home. And Tupelo, I will miss you.