I don't mean this kind of stuffing--the kind that goes in a large bird and is baked. I mean my kind of stuffing. The stuffing that happens when I begin to think that we are going to move in 3 to 4 months. The sweating breaks out, the to-do lists flash before my eyes in technicolor strobes, the panic of selling our house in this market overtakes my intestines. So I stuff. I stuff all those unpleasant thoughts deep down in the basement of my brain and eat more chocolate chips.
The fact that the holidays came and went so fast, and they were the last ones we would spend in our little house together, makes me teary. We moved here when Carver was 2 1/2 and Lily was a newborn. I remember their little naps each day and the way our house felt so big then. I remember first teeth and learning to walk and learning to ride bikes and learning to not play with matches (a story for another day). Of course now, with 5 of us, our house feels like it is closing in on us. For Pete's sake, we all have to share the same bathroom! So, yes, the positive side of moving is that we will gain a little more wiggle room. But oh... the negatives of the whole ordeal.
Let the stuffing commence!
7 comments:
I will miss your house, too. The memories are so precious.
I've wept over every house we've left behind. The house with the most memories? Nassau Road in Poughkeepsie. We arrived with a
2 1/2 year old little boy, a brand new baby girl, and added another little boy. Six wonderful years of memories.
You'll make different ones, but the others will remain precious. It's okay to cry.
Love you, Set Ayat
Cathy ...
I'm sending you a hug. I would hate to leave the memories we've build in our house. Plus, I've made this house MINE, which I always wanted to do when we lived in apartments. I'll be praying for you to grieve well, enjoy the upcoming house, and find it easy to make decisions.
Love from New Reader
Since we are living in our 3rd home in four years I can relate. But in some ways I can't. We've not had one place that has held so many precious memories. I do fantasize about one day having a home that we will live in for years and years. Not likely though, I love change too much.
Let the tears roll mama, I wish I would have taken one last walk through at our first home. Lots of good memories will be made at your new place. Hugs!!
Oh I can relate. I went through a long period of mourning while selling our former house a year and half ago. But on this side of it, I love all the room, I LOVE our neighbors and school and I am enjoying no more packing (at least for several more years).
Hang in there!
Melodie
We're going through the exact same thing. Crazy! In fact, I haven't even started STUFFING because I have been all consumed by a new (2nd job), our dossier (mailed TODAY!), and of course our nearly 2 year old....so, I'm impressed that you've even started THINKING about it! :) We have a teeny tiny house (700 sq. feet) and who knows if it will sell.... but we could use a little more wiggle room, too... and it'd be nice to flush the toilet during nap time, too! Are you moving out of town, or just to a new house?
Oh! And p.s. I used to work at The Rio in college, so the tables and enchiladas can't go unnoticed! :)
ahh yes. Homes are hard to leave, every little memory and breath attached to that wood and plaster ... not to mention doing the grieving WHILE also dealing with the selling, the packing, the unpacking etc ...
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