well last night was the final night of loading. today we are going to grab our last few boxes out of the garage and byron center is no longer ours.
it was a tiny bit harder than i thought to leave. that was until the bottom of a box of glassware went out and four vintage glass pitchers shattered.
i was telling joe that i feel like i am stuck in limbo. the new house doesn’t feel like home yet we have no memories here yet (other than that damn well) and the old house no longer looks and feels like ours.
it’s really strange leaving your first house. the only two people who know what went on in that house is joe and i. every good moment, every fight, the good years of marriage, the tougher years of marriage. all of the many deep conversations and big life decisions. it’s sad to walk in to what you once called home and have all evidence of you removed. the stuff is gone but the memories are still there.
i snapped a picture of my favorite spot in the entire house and it’s bink’s sleeping corner. i remember when we first brought him home as a puppy and he went right to that corner and fell asleep. his mat,toys and bowl are now gone but his corner is still there. i will miss little spots like this but i am excited to create new spots, memories and more in our new house.
last night while we were doing our final inspections on the house i found my wedding veil bunched up in the corner. i thought it only appropriate to wear it the rest of the night while we loaded and cleaned the house. and in the car. and around the house the next morning. and probably when i get home again. just for a while.
in a matter of hours byron center will no longer be ours. it’s like a break up really. you’ve fallen out of love with the house and you are SO ready to move on but there is a little part of you that is sad. sad to be giving up the place where it all began. where we started our life as a married couple. i can’t help but be cliche and say, “gracious we were so young!”
sorry to get so sappy on you today. this is a bit harder than i thought it would be.
Each step of change takes a little of your heart with it. But always remember that it’s not a house that makes a home, it’s the people in it. Love you!
Love you too Aunt Sharon!