July 25, 2008
It’s my last night in our home of almost five years.
The closets are empty (Thanks to Renovation Girl who followed me around the house forcing me to pack, pack, pack 24/7). What’s left is the mess that will go in "misc" boxes and the furniture which will go to the storage unit tomorrow. The girls are already settled in at my parent’s house, complete with all of their clothes and their beds. Lil C was a very unhappy girl until she saw her bed all set up in Mom-Mom’s house. She asked me lots of questions and seemed to be more at ease when I kissed her good night and headed back home to finish the last minute packing.
While leaving this wonderful house is sad, I know that we’ve made the right choice. Clearly, we’ve grown out of our current home and it’s time to move on. That doesn’t mean there won’t be tears. I brought Lil C home for the first time in this house; and Big I was only two when we moved in here. We’ve made some excellent friends in the neighborhood; and I’ll miss stopping over for a glass of wine and a chat. Moving out now, when our new house consists only of basement walls, is difficult. Squeezing all of our stuff into two closets and a bathroom we’ll all have to all share for a few months is also going to be difficult.
I know it will all be worth it.
Right now, all I know is that I need a shower and some ibuprofen for my aching back.