Tuesday, June 22, 2010
We are moving this summer and I am filled with mixed emotions. I am very excited and scared. We are moving further out of town and into a house where everyone will be living in an actual bedroom, even if the girls will still share.
It is hard though to let go of THIS house. These empty rooms scare me a little bit. This is the first house I ever owned. I have lived here eleven years. I brought three of my children home from the hospital to this house. Birthday parties have been hosted here. There are scars on the wall from my pms phone throwing rage. There are permanent gravy, and spaghetti sauce stains on the paint behind Tanner's place at the table. I was single here and trying to struggle through. Mike and I dated here. He recalled yesterday us when we were dating sitting on the floor of the dining room with no furniture during August, when my electricity had been cut off. So all the times weren't great, but they are our memories. They are the times that make a home.
It is hard to remember this house is just made of wood and brick and paint. The house is not what has kept my kids healthy and safe. The house itself didn't prevent break ins, fires, or injuries.
The house we are moving to will also be a home. Wherever I walk in the door to the kids stepping on my feet and The Coach asking about dinner is home.
The new house will be great. There will be room for the kids to have friends over. It will be nice for Mike because my ex will never haved lived there, so people will always think of it as "ours", and not as "mine."
So these empty rooms scare me. I don't do well with change, but it is time to move on. Move on to a new home, new schools, new neighbors, new memories and new traditions.
(Well it isn't QUITE time, the new house won't be done for another month. We will be staying with Sweet Aunt and Kind Uncle.)
Posted by Heather at 12:05 PM