The time has come. Time to say goodbye to our little nest, our first home together as a family. Time to say au revoir, adieu, to the house we brought Jude home to.
I remember when I moved in here; it was a week before our wedding, and I sent Simon packing to his parents’ house for that last week. I was so stressed out from all the wedding stuff, the last thing I wanted to do was pack it up and move. I have little to no memory of packing up. I just remember the moving guys showing up at my little duplex with a ginormous truck, and they complained about having to go up and down the stairs.
So now it is nearly three years later, and I have spent the week packing. I’m sure three years from now, I will have no memory of this. Moving is such a pain; I have compiled a stack of Things That Will Not Be Making the Move With Us. AKA the junk we don’t want to move.
I think I’ve been on complete autopilot mode and it didn’t really hit me until last night that these are our last days in this sweet little house. We really have loved it here; sure, there have been things that have gone wrong or bothered us, but it’s still a fantastic house. Last night, I was packing up something in the formal living room, and I looked out the window to see our beautiful, sinuous red Japanese maple, and the three cheerful pink hydrangea bushes. I thought, man, I love those hydrangeas, they’re so lovely. And then I realized, I’m only going to get to enjoy them a few more days. It nearly broke my heart.
I know, I know. We’re moving on to bigger and better things. But still. I’m emotionally attached to this house. I was a bride when I entered it, and I will leave it a wife and mother. I cried when I moved from my apartment in Norman, and I cried when I moved out of the Avondale duplex. I’m sure I’ll cry when we finally sell this house.
I just hope that we sell it to someone who will love it as much as we have, and fill it with as much love as we have.
In the meantime, we are more than willing to accept any offers of unpacking aide from everyone! 🙂