emotional roller coaster

So after 11 months on the market it looks like our house (our home, our normal, our comfort) has sold.  We were just a couple of weeks away from giving up and taking it off of the market and then bam! two offers in one weekend.  So I have to tell myself it was meant to be.

Nothing was ever wrong with our house or our neighborhood or Woods Cross but we always knew we'd be short-timers.  While we have loved our time here we've always known we'd like to settle in Salt Lake.  I love old homes (when they've been renovated by someone else) and tree-lined streets.  Our doctors, jobs, restaurants and families are in Salt Lake and we usually drive in many times during the week.  So you'd think I'd be thrilled that this finally happened.  But of course I can't make things that easy.  This past week everything has happened so quick, too quick.  I've cried, wondered, made lists, gotten myself sick and cried some more over this move.  

Part of it is our memories.  This is the house we brought Lucy home to, the house we had built for us, put in all of our own yard, became close friends with our next door neighbors, celebrated holidays and milestones.  The four walls of my bedroom held me in when I cried myself to sleep most nights during my pregnancy.  Our back patio is where Blake and I have had some of our best conversations late into the night.  And Lucy's darling room is where she can sit forever as long as we're reading her books or looking out her window from the glider.  The other part of this being so hard is we're not quite sure where we're going to live - amazingly, that is the easier of the two for me to handle right now.

We aren't rushing into anything so we're going to find a house to rent for a year or so and then hopefully move into our permanent home.  That part will work itself out soon, I'm sure.  Leaving this house is the hard part.  But like Blake has told me, no matter where we would have lived our memories would have happened.  This home is just a shell that contained everything but it didn't really affect the outcome of anything.  We will always have our memories and moments long after we've left this house.  

I've started packing today and I woke up with an attempt at a better attitude - "time to clear out and start fresh!" "this is our new exciting adventure" and "the most important thing is that the three of us (and the dogs) are together".  And yes, we ASKED for this.  It was our decision to move.  We're fortunate that we've owned this home, we're not losing it and we're not experiencing the hardships so many people are dealing with right now.  So I'll try to embrace it and be excited.  It will be an adjustment but I have to believe it is for the best.  

So if you see me and I'm teary it's just because I'm sad about leaving my backyard birds or my walk-in closet.  And if you're not a fan of helping people move just keep an eye on your caller id - it might be us!