The Many Emotions of Moving

This weekend was the last weekend in our old house. We haven`t been living there for over a week now (moving back home with your family is another post all together), so each time we went back to continue packing and clean a bit, it felt less and less like home.
The emptiness I have been feeling there wasn’t just due to the lack of furniture or pictures on the walls, however. It was knowing that no more memories would be made there. At least no memories like we have made there in the past. It’s weird feeling sad, excited, relief, and homesick all at the same time. Yet all those emotions were most definitely present when I left for the last time.
Dolly laid on the floor with me, looking up at the cathedral ceiling in our family room, exactly as I had when we were deciding if we wanted to make an offer way back in 2007. She cried, I sort of wanted to, but let all the memories wash over me as I saw them, one by one.
I have absolutely no regrets about our current path. I’m a bit concerned about our driveway getting up the hill, but that’s not going to stop us! I am grateful for the beautiful house we brought our children home in, and all the memories we made there. This step is a new beginning, a new adventure, a new mindset. And I couldn’t be more excited to share it with the people I call “home”!