Moving day is inching closer to us with each passing day. Sometimes I can't believe we're moving out of this home. My real estate agent and best-friend keeps saying, "I don't think you're accepting that your house is about to be sold."
It is hard to believe that it's really happening. Everyone knows this is what we've been waiting for, especially because we're wanting to get out of this heavily industrialized area.
However, today I walked through a few rooms in the house, and I had a moment of feeling nostalgic toward this home and the memories it holds.
To be sure, trials, tribulations and triumphs have happened at our current address.
Every place we live has stories that go along with it. Things happen. People play their parts and life sometimes takes you on an unexpected tumble. Then, there are the moments when your life is good and everything seems right in your little corner of the world.
These days, as I wander around going through boxes, reducing our possessions, I find that I have a strange affection for this home. It is beautiful, is full of character, is roomy, practical and each room carries a reflection of our personalities.
It's great that a large family of six will be moving in. The buyers told us they are more excited than they can express to be moving into this house as they desperately need the extra space. They live on the block behind us. Not exactly a long-distance move for them, but for us, we will be driving a couple of hours one-way to get outta here!
Yep, I can feel it.
Bit by bit, the house is becoming less ours.