I have no good explanation for why I am on the computer--blogging--at 10:26pm on the eve of my big move. It certainly is NOT because I don't have 4 million and 9 things to do...the refrigerator has not been cleaned, the toys have not been packed (or even picked up), the pantry is still full of food, pictures are still on the wall, clothes are still in dressers and closets. Okay, so if you can count you realize that I didn't just name 4 million and 9 things...but you get my point, right?
I think I am trying to avoid the FINAL de-robing of my home. It still feels like my home with the pictures on the wall and my fun vinyl quotes. It still feels like my closet when I go get a shirt off the hanger. It still feels like my kitchen when I prepare a snack from a full fridge and well-stocked pantry instead of boxes. It most definitely still feels like my home when I trip over trains on the stairs and barbies on the family room floor.
I'm not ready to let go yet.
But it's just a house, right? A home is my family...and, thankfully, each of those precious faces will be joining me in our new abode. And we get to see more of each other since we're giving up 1,000 square feet!
It's just a house.
It's just a house.
It's just a house.
But it's MY house. My home.
I will really miss the gorgeous trees out the back in the fall, all lit-up in red and gold and orange.
I will really miss the gigantic bedrooms for my kids.
I will really miss our wonderful next-door neighbors, the Stowes.
I will sort-of miss the neighbor boy walking into my house (and my bedroom) unannounced.
I will sort-of miss 3 bathrooms and 2 living areas.
I will not miss the sloping backyard.
I will not miss the stairs.
I will miss my home.
But it's just a house.
6 comments:
Oh honey....I'm sorry. It will be okay. I'll cry for you.
I hear ya! I know it's not the same but I keep telling myself the same thing over and over today "it's just a car, it's just a car." But it's your home with walls and floors and your space. The new house will be great and you will all adjust wonderfully. And this will just make you appreciate a bigger house even more when you get one someday. Not that I know from experience. It's just what people keep telling me....so it must be true?
I'm so sorry you have to move. For our last move my mom wrote a little poem about saying good-bye to our little place. I cried. It's not just walls and a roof it's memories and little corners my kids played in and windows they peeked through. We also talked about what a good place we hoped it would be for the next family who would live there. Saying good-bye to all those little places gave us a little closure. Lots of love to you! -Gina
i didnt know you were moving?! where are you all moving to+ how have you been...i miss you all back in MO so much!! and this to shall pass. You will be ok girlie you are strong. and it is normal to not want to do and it is a hard thing to do as well!
I miss your home and I've never even seen it. I hope that you move in and settle well, minus 1000 sq. ft. of house. We're downsizing as well, good luck. -Viv
This post almost made me cry. Being the mom you serve the home. I totally get where you are coming from.
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