When we left for Maryland, we had to leave Alex’s car behind. The engine had a knocking sound, and the dealership service department told us point blank: “It’s not going to make it across the country.” So we made a tough decision and left the car behind, hoping my dad could sell it.

But life is funny. Over the last few weeks, both my dad and my brother drove the car around town. The knocking sound? Gone. Just like that, the thing we thought was finished suddenly had a little more life left in it.

Now, the car is finally on a transport truck headed our way, and we’re hoping to have it by the end of the month. It’s a huge weight off my chest.

I’ve been so stressed about how I’d get another car for Alex in time for college. Her classes start at the end of August, and without that car, I honestly don’t know what we would’ve done. I’m not working yet, and if I do get a job, there’s no way I can drive her to school every day and make it work.

So much of this move has been built on trust, trusting that things will work out, even if I don’t know how yet. We left more than just that car behind. I left furniture, memories, routines… and a lot of my heart in Tahoe. But slowly, little pieces of our old life are finding their way to us again, reminding me that even in all this change, we’re still being carried.

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