In the name of having more space, we have moved on to a larger, more modern house that we are really enjoying. But my heart will always feel "at home" when I go back to this little house and spend some time there in my memories. Sitting in a rocking chair late at night, rocking my sweet warm babies and singing a lullaby. Playing outside in the backyard and jumping into a big pile of leaves. Picking out paint colors, lamp fixtures, pictures, and so many other special items to make our house our "home". All those hours and days and weeks and years. Life passing by, memories being made, babies growing up. Time went by too fast, and I never realized that I wouldn't be there forever, until we made the decision to not be. The house sale closes today (actually happening at this moment that I write, which is why I felt compelled to share), and the home will no longer be mine. I went last night to pack up final belongings and say goodbye to every room. I did. I really said goodbye to each and every special place in our home. I touched the walls and shared memories of each room and really, really lived in the moment. That house was so sweet and good to us. I will miss it terribly and will always feel strange to drive by and wonder how it happened that it is no longer my home and my street and my neighborhood. That familiarity will never go away. I hope my heavy heart goes away soon, because I just didn't think it would be this hard to say goodbye.
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