It's official.
I have lived in the same place for eleven years. That is 78% of my life in my wonderful home. And I am going to leave it. That feels almost sacrilegious to me. I feel like I am abandoning my childhood, almost. Like it's going to get left behind in the dust. Or left behind in a four bedroom, two bath bungalow.
Home is where the heart is.
So if you move, is it in two places at once?
Does it stay here?
Do you take it with you?
People I don't know come in to look at my house. I don't know the people that are showing them the house. They've only been here once and are talking like they know every single thing that has ever gone on inside it. Like they know my life. They called The Management and Father Steinbecker "The Owners". That's what really put me over the edge this week. We came home and saw her locking up our back door. We haven't had a lock on that door in eleven years.
People drive by slowly and stare at this place. They know we know they are staring. I feel so exposed here. They don't understand that this house is a gift to anyone who has ever lived in it. And as of right now, it's a gift that I am just not willing to give up.
This is making me sad. I should stop now.
All good. And yes you will take it with you. And eventually you will move on and on and on.
ReplyDeleteI still remember the phone number from our first house.
I drive past it from time to time. Just to see if it is there.
Trust The Management. Trust the process. It will unfold as it should.
Promise.
=( It'll all be okay. I faced the same dilemma two years ago. 13 years in one house, building it up into a home where everything belonged and then moving. But it'll be okay. You should have rating button things on the bottom so I can click LOVE for everything you post =)
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