"My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water." -Jeremiah 2:13
In place of the sadness I had expected I only noticed a mild sense of anxiety. It had been there awhile but I chalked it up to the stress of having to not only move out, but figure out exactly where everything needed to go and not forgetting to do something important. But the anxiety was with me even afterward and just yesterday I figured out why: owning a home was my sense of security.
Another reason we wanted to leave a "normal" life for a year was to get off the routine of too much busyness and unimportant work, and for the past week or so (save our time camping at Ft. Wilderness) God was pointing out to me how easy it is to become completely carried away by my own life. If I owned less stuff I could have packed and moved in far less time (8 different types of cooking oil? 26 terracotta pots? 563 hangers, anyone?), thus saving myself the energy and maybe being able to tune in to the needs of those around me whose lives may be far more stressful than mine.