MOVING ON

To a certain degree, it feels like we have already moved on emotionally. Since the day we decided to move to Georgia for Mark to go to school, we knew we would be coming back home. So this time is a long awaited time. The last few weeks, the piece of our transition that has gotten most of our attention is the house. Today the real estate photographer came, so the pictures will be ready, so it will be listed. Officially. It feels like a huge sigh of relief, but I also feel like a nervous wreck sometimes. We can only hope that our house sells and we can move on as planned.




In the midst of all the clearing out and cleaning up, the tidying and the touch-up, I have moments when I realize how much we are going to miss this house. This is the place that has held our family for 3.5 years, the place where Quinn joined us in this world, and the only house that he or Greta remember. We have many happy memories here. There is lots of space, so the kids can run freely and wildly (especially after supper, for some reason). The Georgia sun streams into this house in such a way that it just feels like we can soak it up in just about any room of the house. The basement housed 4 different renters, two of which were dearly adored uncles and one a good friend. The layout of the house is such that, even though it's way too big for us, I can be in an entirely different part of the house than the kids and still hear them, and they me. We have happily hosted numerous guests here. It feels good to think of all the love in this house. . . to think of leaving it with that good energy leftover, lingering around. I have visions of who will live here next, and they are happy visions.




Now is a new stage of our transition. Now that the pictures have been taken, we can get more serious about packing up. Even though it may start feeling like a place we're just staying for awhile, it will always be our Georgia home, whether in our last weeks here or in our memories.