Our home is offically for sale. Getting everything ready, and talking about it seems years behind us. Now time is standing still.
This is the first home Mike and I purchased together.
This home is where I learned to mow a lawn, and use a snow blower.
This is where Mike and I bought, sold and rebought furniture to figure out our "style."
This is where Davis lost his first tooth, Tess crawled like a monkey, and Collin...Well this is all Collin knows.
I thought about trying to Photoshop my duvet to look even. Then I remembered my Photoshop skills are very lacking and it wouldn't be real. I thought about retaking the picture, but that wouldn't be real either.
What is real? Sitting here writing about our little home has me in tears. Tears from happy memories. Tears for sadness. Tears from feeling overwhelmed and not sure about change.
I'm sad that this little world in our neighborhood is going to go on without me. Without my family. I feel like we are going to be left out or left behind. Missing out on all the neighborhood barbecues, impromptu water parties and evening walks. Is anyone even going to notice we are gone. We are sure going to notice we are not here.
I know there are so many great things to come. And I look forward to sharing them with you. But, right now all I feel is sadness for what is going to be left. Sadness for what could have been.
I'm not the first person in the world to move, and I won't be the last.
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