On May 1st, 1987, I stood at this same window and cried tears of joy because I couldn’t believe this home was ours.
The trees were in full bloom and all you could see was the lushness and privacy we were lucky enough to call our own. I saw a picture of the house in the newspaper one day and knew immediately it would be ours. We thought we would live here for 5-7 years, but the years have a way of creeping up on you, and we loved the area and our daughter loved her friends…so we stayed.
But sometimes we get too comfortable with being comfortable. Sometimes we fear the unknown, and sometimes we hold onto things too tightly that we’re afraid of being without. We wonder what will happen if we let them go, but we must let them go if we’re to find what it is that is waiting for us.
I’m not exactly sure why or how I decided it was time to go, but about two years ago, I knew. I convinced Fisherman, and we put our house on the market in April, 2011. It took a while to sell, but that is another story for another day. Suffice it to say it wasn’t time yet. When the time was right, our buyer appeared and now our sweet home has new souls to care for.
As humans, we are meant to move on and progress. All living creatures are. We should seek and embrace new experiences, new places to visit, new people to meet and new things to learn. Maybe even new things and new places that we can’t imagine are out there just wondering and waiting where we are, what’s taking us so long?
So I went through our things and decided what to keep and what not to keep and thought how funny that I didn’t care much about the crystal and china
but carefully packed our daughter’s artwork which has been tucked away in the attic all these years.
And I tell myself as we settle into our new surroundings that endings are never really the end.
They are the beginning…