Our current residence is 3000 miles from our last home. The area we all knew our entire lives. For the two old farts in the family, that was a long time.
In our last home, our kids were able to attend the same elementary school. One went through three years of junior high school, and the oldest through junior high, and one year of high school.
My dream of keeping them in the same schools went away. Poof!
New schools. New friends. New routines. New culture.
We moved just slightly before the big housing crash. At the time we moved, the company my husband works for paid for all moving expenses. If, after a three month listing time, our house didn’t sell, the company would buy it from us and sell it. The company hired their own appraisers and we received far much more money than we ever dreamed of getting for that house. In fact, the four years we lived there, our house had doubled in price.
I haven’t a clue what we were thinking when we were looking for homes in Georgia. We had three days to find one (time that the company paid all expenses for us to find a house, including flight from Seattle, motel, food…etc.)
For some reason we had our eyes set on BIG. Not thinking that our oldest would be off to college two years after we moved and our daughter would soon be following….we still went BIG. Needless to say, since we bought when we did, our current home isn’t worth what we paid for it.
The finished basement of our current home is larger than our first home. I have 5 toilets to clean. Well, 4 now that the youngest has moved back home and can do his own cleaning.
My husband and I worked hard to have a great backyard for the dogs this time. Our kids all graduated from the same high school while living in this house. We had our celebrations, but it was just our immediate family, except for the year my mom visited for Christmas.
What other kind of memories does this house contain?
I have felt grief beyond what my mind and heart could handle. I lived with the fear of being diagnosed with cancer. I finally faced my mortality and, at the time, I didn’t want to live as I had been living.
I broke here and I’m trying to put myself back together.
Today, our home is cleaned in sections.
Due to a tiny house my husband inherited from his dad in rural Missouri, this won’t be the house our grandkids will grow to know as Grandma and Grandpa’s. More than likely they will know the Missouri house as our forever home.
Which is fine. That house only has two toilets and will be a breeze to clean. It’s the renovating that is a challenge.
Until then, I’m determined to wash away the bad memories this house holds. I will strive to make new, happy memories to carry with me.
….and we shall move one more time…no more.