i have never ever been good at change! i’m always so sentimental about chapters ending. terrible at goodbyes. my mom still jokes about how furious i was when she bought new couches for our house when i was little. except she’s not joking! the poor woman tried to give her living room a well deserved boost, and there i was making threats against her new sofas. haha. i hated them! i mean, why, mom? why would you throw off my game like that!?
i mean, it’s maybe possible that i’ve spent so much time in survival mode that i just thought i was really super tough now? sure sure sure! because most of the time, i feel like cameron diaz in the holiday when she tries to get herself to cry and she literally can’t. that’s me so often! taaalk about a solid 180 from high school. maybe if i just turn on some old damien rice…
oooor here’s something! become an exhausted, post-baby hormonal mom girl already prone to anxiety, panic attacks, thyroid disfunction, homesickness, fear of the unknown and none of this actually helped at all by overcaffeination… and then pack up your whole comfort zone when you really want to be snuggling in it. 😉 cue tears, HIGH FIVE!
and walked out.
took one last look.
then we drove to our new housey.
we felt the promise of memories yet to be made.
[and here’s where i’m bad at goodbyes so i simply don’t say them]
<3
This will be me next week and now I'm freaking bawling my head off! Because like you- I've thought the same things. But now I realize how I'm wrong about that! Sniffle sniffle
ahhhh we are so similar lol I struggle with change to, I will NOT let my Mom alter our traditional Christmas dinner at all lol. When life is good, change is hard! I can only imagine what it would be like to move after 7 years! So many memories, you are one STRONG mama! Here's to a new housey to build all new memories in and make your own. xoxo
I felt the same way when we moved out of our starter apartment into our new house last year, even though the new house was OURS (forever if we want it to be!). There's just something about the good times (and bad!) that I was sad to leave behind, even if there's a bright new future ahead. Places come and go but memories are forever!
Oh my heavens I totally feel you. I feel your pain, I do. Moving is so wonderful and difficult even when the destination is better all around it just hurts so much. I looked in every room, every closet, picturing little moments and yeah I said goodbye because I am a glutton for punishment. I tried in those first few weeks to focus on the good things like a mantra. To not think of the middle of the night feedings in a room I would never see again or the best friends/neighbors I left behind. It was better to think of the good. And wine. And decorating. You can do it. The strange sad feelings will pass eventually and there will be nothing but happiness left. Because it is a good thing after all even if our emotions and hormones make us crazy sad.
Oh my goodness! You almost have me in tears! The best is yet to come though 🙂
Brittany. Until last night, it had been so long since I had a good ole' life of charmings binge sesh. And after I read this post, I was snuggled in bed thinking about how I can so totally relate to this. Not because I've gone through this exact situation, but because it made me feel a feeling I've been familiar with my whole life. I hold sentimental value in pretty much everything, even the most ridiculous of things! But time and place hold the most sentiment. And goodness, that place that you called home for such a special time in your life…
I can totally feel what you were feeling, and are probably still feeling in some moments. It can hurt, but wow is it a special feeling.