Guys!! Things are hitting a fever pitch around here!! We are closing on our house tomorrow! I am having a whole bunch of mixed emotions about it. This is the first time I’ve really moved. My parents have lived in the same house since before I was born. Granted I moved off to college, and we moved out of our crappy apartment into our house, but this, this is different. We are leaving our home, and it feels strange. I mean when does it really sink in? When you leave for the very last time? When there is nothing left inside? I need to know when all of the emotions are going to hit me.
The first stop on our journey with an unclear destination is my inlaw’s basement. I’m totally a “lets all live in a compound and have a community garden” type person and so I’m feeling very excited about this. Their house has a whole basement that is in dire need of an overhaul, so we’ll be working on that and turning it into a basement apartment fit for a king.
As I’m sitting here on my couch (the only piece of furniture left in our house besides the beds) and look around at this place, I just feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Without this blank canvas house, chances are that I never would have met any of you.
I’m going to do a proper memory lane post but for now I’m here saying, Happy New Year!! We’re drowning in donation bags, ready for homelessness, and I’m hoping I can keep my plant friends alive but we are good. Really good.
xo
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