Bittersweet
The final week of moving was both physically and emotionally exhausting. Not only was it the last of four incredibly long weeks of packing, lifting boxes and moving furniture, but it was also our final week of living in our first home. I’m not gonna lie, on several occasions I broke out in tears over the thought of leaving a house that held so many memories. The house we bought when Landon was just 3 weeks old and where he eventually learned to talk, walk and so much more (excuse our incredibly high pitched, typical parent voices)
the home we brought Colette to from the hospital
The home where we celebrated Landon & Colette’s first Christmases, not to mention where I spent hours on these homemade Christmas cards every year!
It’s also the home where we celebrated all of Landon’s birthdays and unfortunately moved out 3 weeks before Colette’s first birthday. 🙁
Even thoughts of the small things made my eyes well up with tears. Like Landon’s first experience with snow, which just so happened to be the intense winter of 2009/2010
or driving past the nearby playground we walked to so many times.
Despite the sadness moving brought me, I knew from the moment we bought the house that selling someday was a definite possibility. Throughout the last 3 years I’ve repeatedly told myself how, in the end, selling the house is what’s best for our little family and that the most important part of all our wonderful memories was the people in them and not the house. Fortunately, all those people “move” with us and will continue to help us form new memories! 🙂 It has truly been a bittersweet experience.
