Today was the last morning I will wake up in this house.
I am sad to leave it, but also happy to move completely into my new house.
As with many things in life, this move is bittersweet. And the houseis kind of torn as well - some parts look empty and bare and very sad. Other parts look as they have always looked - full and happy, just waiting for the grandparents to return from Florida.
Of course, we will back here many times in the future - that I know, still building memories, still having fun times, still laughing and crying, and I'm sure we'll manage to sneak in a few of grannies' yummy homecooked meals .... but it will different as we won't be living here.
Of course, there are some items we are leaving here for the moment - knowing we haven't worked out a spot for them in the new house or not sure if we will need them or not, so we haven't completely emptied this house out of our stuff. A little bit of us remains here and there. And I'm sure we've left some things that I'll miss terribly and think to myself - well why in the world didn't we bring that over here?
But, despite that, we are leaving this house. Moving out, moving on. And I'll miss this house.
So good-bye house. You have served us well the last 2.5 years. And who knows, someday we may just be back again ... the future holds lots of mystery ...