I sit here surrounding by boxes in our former home. A week ago, the 24th of January, we officially signed the papers over to the new homeowners. They are young and just found out they are expecting their first child. This house will be perfect for their small family.
I am internally morning this transition, fighting our loss, frustrated over unforeseen complications on the new house. We will be closing on February 4th and have to be out by the 7th. Through this whole process timing has not been in our favor. We keep thinking we will have plenty of time to move, but in truth we will have just a couple of weekdays to get it done. As I understand things, the mortgage process is rarely a smooth one, and usually filled with surprises along the way.
For now I am trying to concentrate on the task at hand, packing up eight years of our life, and not on the sadness that has been slowly creeping up. The joy of the children has kept the many memories of the house at bay. Their excitement and constant questions about when and how long keeps me focused and prevents my ultra sentimental brain from wandering to the cries and smiles and milestones that have been soaked up by the walls and floors.
I have so many feelings and memories to go over, sort, and begin to finally transform into words, but for now boxes still call my name. Stress of moving has gotten to me and words fail.
1 comment:
I feel your pain. I'd love to come help if I could. It's hard saying goodbye to the home where you brought your children to when they were first born. A home filled with so many firsts, but many memories will be made in the new home along with many more firsts. Soon this whole process will be behind you guys. Hugs!
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