The room is in a bit of disarray. Most of my things are already over at the St. Lawrence rectory, waiting for me to start unpacking. In the meantime, though, this place is a mix of boxes, bubble wrap, packing tape, and the bare minimum of clothes and stuff. It's a little surreal to see this room I've called home for a year feel so un-homely. I was kidding around with a local funeral director this afternoon, as I prepared to do a wake service for a deceased parishioner of my new parish. I told him that for the first, and probably only, time of my life, I've got two houses (I guess that makes Lawrence Harbor my "shore house"). It'll be exciting to move into the new rectory, but for now, I'm more concerned over moving my things out of this rectory.
So tomorrow morning, I have a funeral at St. Lawrence. Then, tomorrow evening, St. Thomas is having a reception to say goodbye to myself and Fr. Abraham Lotha, who is also leaving the parish. Last Sunday, I had two Masses at St. Thomas and one at St. Lawrence. This Sunday, so far, only two Masses at St. Thomas.