We sold our house.
We had two weeks of mayhem after I returned from a quick trip to Colorado - packing, moving, cleaning the new house, cleaning the old house - you know, the usual moving drill. It's funny that with everything going on, I didn't have much time to process it all. Until Tom dropped me off at the old house the night before the final walk-through. He took the kids to Chick-Fil-A for yet another nutritious dinner-on-the-run. And there I was, with only my sponges and Chlorox spray as witnesses.
And I had a good cry.
It kind of felt good to just sit there and cry and take it all in. I don't know why it hit me while cleaning, of all things. But there was just something so sad about wiping all the little handprints off the walls, like I was erasing the evidence of a family that lived there. Then I went to clean the oven and couldn't help but think of the hours and hours I'd spent in that kitchen, making meals and making cookies with my kids. As I swept the hardwood floors upstairs, I thought of every night I'd tucked our little kids into bed and sang them songs. And so it went with the whole house: the bathtub brought memories of babies' first baths, the front porch reminded me of the many rainstorms we watched out there, and on and on. And on.
I guess you could say that I'm just a wee bit sentimental.
It was a wonderful first house for us, though, and will always be special to me, much like this whole magical time we've spent in Pittsburgh. These have been some of the most intense and stressful years of my life and have also been full of joy for me. We have learned so much, both about ourselves and about others and about what really matters in life.
I wish that my farewell to our little house were the last goodbye, but unfortunately, the goodbyes are just beginning! The next month is going to require waterproof mascara on almost a daily basis. But it will be fun to have a few last get-togethers and to live it up before we say goodbye to this little city and all of these people we love.
Anyway, life is good. We found a short term rental for two months and are busy planning our next move. I'll do my best to keep you posted!
1 comment:
That was beautifully written. I imagine my move from here is actually going to be more emotional than the move out here. We missed you tonight at Cheesecake factory. It's very weird thinking that there's not too many more times here that we'll EVER see each other again.
It does feel good to cry about things like that every now and again. It's also good/healthy to write it down and remember for days when life is crazy:)
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