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Well- tomorrow is D Day! We will be leaving our beloved home of 32 years. And Monday is the scheduled closing.
Funny- we moved into our first home in October and we moved into this home during the month of October also. Now we will be moving into the rental tomorrow. October 1st is our wedding anniversary (42 years!). I guess the Fall is our time for change in our lives, though our forever home will most likely be a winter move. Something different. Our son was born in the dead of winter in February.
We will be renting the home of our buyers- a unique situation that I feel was meant to be from the beginning- until our new retirement home is built. These people were the first to see our home- the day after it was listed which was also the day after we signed the paperwork for our new house.
The rain on this Fall day seemed appropriate to set melancholy mood I am feeling. It has been a very long process this buying and selling and packing thing- 4 months. It will continue to be a long process well into next year when we make the second move to our final destination.
It has been exactly one year since I left my job and what a year it has been! Now my husband will be starting the process for his retirement and we will have some hoops to jump through for that. No rest for the weary.
All the logistics involved with me leaving my job and the house thing has been a lot of work and much more work ahead. But it is all good, despite the stress and upheaval.
My husband and I were discussing our feelings on this last evening living in our home. Surprisingly we both are not sad about leaving the house in terms of memories. Most of our memories here were of working- at our jobs and on the house.
Sure- we raised our son here. We had several dogs. We had the holidays and birthdays and parties, and so forth.
But what we will really miss are all the amenities and comforts we worked so hard to make sure we had in this house. It has been like part of our skin- or maybe a shell attached to us describes it better. Everything in the home is a reflection of us. And all the things we downsized out of the house these past few months were too. Now we are leaving it all behind.
The new owners will make this house their own and create their own memories.They are perfect for it and I know they will take good care of it.
And then there is the property, with the stream and bridge and acres of trees and fields, the wildlife- and the quiet. There is a special boulder out in the woods I liked to sit on and just meditate. Like a protective oasis that surrounds our home. We always felt safe and at peace here all these years.
So now we will have none of this. And we will have to get used to living in someone else's home surrounded by boxes left unpacked. We will have to get used to a new area- a new route to the highway, new stores, new services, new people, new scenery. I will be feeling a little naked, a little fearful, a little lost, out of sorts.
It will feel strange, but I know we will adapt and push forward towards our goal of retiring in in NH. What a ride. We are not getting off yet, but we're getting closer.
Funny- we moved into our first home in October and we moved into this home during the month of October also. Now we will be moving into the rental tomorrow. October 1st is our wedding anniversary (42 years!). I guess the Fall is our time for change in our lives, though our forever home will most likely be a winter move. Something different. Our son was born in the dead of winter in February.
We will be renting the home of our buyers- a unique situation that I feel was meant to be from the beginning- until our new retirement home is built. These people were the first to see our home- the day after it was listed which was also the day after we signed the paperwork for our new house.
The rain on this Fall day seemed appropriate to set melancholy mood I am feeling. It has been a very long process this buying and selling and packing thing- 4 months. It will continue to be a long process well into next year when we make the second move to our final destination.
It has been exactly one year since I left my job and what a year it has been! Now my husband will be starting the process for his retirement and we will have some hoops to jump through for that. No rest for the weary.
All the logistics involved with me leaving my job and the house thing has been a lot of work and much more work ahead. But it is all good, despite the stress and upheaval.
My husband and I were discussing our feelings on this last evening living in our home. Surprisingly we both are not sad about leaving the house in terms of memories. Most of our memories here were of working- at our jobs and on the house.
Sure- we raised our son here. We had several dogs. We had the holidays and birthdays and parties, and so forth.
But what we will really miss are all the amenities and comforts we worked so hard to make sure we had in this house. It has been like part of our skin- or maybe a shell attached to us describes it better. Everything in the home is a reflection of us. And all the things we downsized out of the house these past few months were too. Now we are leaving it all behind.
The new owners will make this house their own and create their own memories.They are perfect for it and I know they will take good care of it.
And then there is the property, with the stream and bridge and acres of trees and fields, the wildlife- and the quiet. There is a special boulder out in the woods I liked to sit on and just meditate. Like a protective oasis that surrounds our home. We always felt safe and at peace here all these years.
So now we will have none of this. And we will have to get used to living in someone else's home surrounded by boxes left unpacked. We will have to get used to a new area- a new route to the highway, new stores, new services, new people, new scenery. I will be feeling a little naked, a little fearful, a little lost, out of sorts.
It will feel strange, but I know we will adapt and push forward towards our goal of retiring in in NH. What a ride. We are not getting off yet, but we're getting closer.
