Yesterday, was the big day. We moved from our 100 year old home and into a 2 bedroom, one bath apartment. Call me crazy, but one bathroom?!! I hope I do not sound ungrateful because I am not, just sad, heartbroken, misplaced and if I can think up of more depressing words I think I could. My son and I hustled moving boxes in our apartment on Thursday morning and Friday. It was brutal, especially when my son was pushing me, he didn't want to see me too sad. We had at least 11 people (8 adults and three children) come out and help us pack and unpack our furniture and we were off. I am so grateful for my friends, I really did not do anything, I just walked around in a daze. The move was somewhat easy, but hard, physically for my friends because it was a very hot day and for me because I am emotionally, mentally and physically drained. At this time I am writing to you from an empty house. I came over tonight to do laundry and clean. Yes, I am cleaning my house, just because it is a short sale does not mean I leave it a mess. I am not being excessive with the mop and vacuum cleaner, but I am wiping down the bathrooms and vacuuming for the last time. My dogs are with me right now, I guess I needed to be with them tonight, they are my companions in this pity party for one. I do believe I have an open bottle of Sangria. I just might indulge in a little vino. Unfortunately, I do not have a pan to cook a little bacon and maybe some eggs.
You know I will be okay, God has a way of steering me to better things, He has never let me down. So I believe living in an apartment does have it's perks; someone else does the maintenance and yard work.
As I was vacuuming my house I would remember everything that we had gone through in this house. It stills feels like a home, and it made me realize STUFF doesn't make a home, but the memories of life. I do believe that this house has completed it's purpose with me, now someone else will take over the reigns and I hope whoever buys it loves it as much as I did, do, will always love. . . .
The essence of my home.
