We’re moving the last of stuff out this weekend and I’m sad.
I’m sad to be leaving behind all the hard work my husband and I put into this house.
I’m sad that I discovered much too late the cool neighbors that we have.
I’m sad that I’ll no longer get to relax with my guys in the hammock under the canopy of the pergola we built and the palm trees we planted.
I’m sad to leave the place where so many of Jack’s “firsts” have taken place.
I’m sad Jack will have no memory of the place that went from being a bachelor’s pad, to a couple’s house, to a family’s home.
(Typing that last line made me start crying like a big goober…it’s ok- you can laugh if you want. I know I’m being a ridiculous sap.)
Last night I realized that this house is the longest I ever lived under one roof. I suppose that might explain some sadness too.
The rational (non-crying) side of me knows this is all for the greater good and that we’re moving towards our goal of finding a home that better fits our needs and lifestyle. And even through the tears, I’m excited also.
I’m excited because even though I mock the Seaside Shitty Shack we’re temporarily renting, the area it’s located in is amazing.
I’m excited that our cool ex-neighbors are now our friends.
I’m excited to go exploring with Jack through the new neighborhood and along the shore that’s within walking distance.
I’m excited to walk down and watch the sun set over the Gulf every night if we want.
I’m excited to ride our bikes to the nearby Pinellas Trail and be that healthy person I keep swearing I’m going to become. (Or maybe we’ll just ride up to the ice cream shop on the corner…)
I’m excited that renting allows for more Family Fun on the weekends vs. doing home improvement projects and yard work, if only for the next six to twelve months.
I’m excited that we can take our time looking for the next house that we’ll make into our home. The home where Jack will grow up and make his childhood memories.
So with that, I move on to the next phase of our lives and take the happy memories with me.
Thanks for letting me get sappy. Take care and I’ll see you back here next week.