Yes, the times of post have been a bit erratic as of late. To be candid, we're moving and life has become chaotic. Needless to say it's a chore to rid yourself of nearly 2/3 of your belongings, between gifts to friends and family, yard sales and donations, a long period of time in your home and it can become a catch all for a number of things you don't need.
As I get down to the last few items strewn about the house, I can't help but become a bit (okay, alot) nostalgic. It's a little difficult to look at empty bedrooms that once held my children's cribs and then beds. Little Abby's striped wall, now the only visual draw in the room. Opening Brendan's closet to find a kindergarten, Santa Claus, sack puppet, crudely put together with construction paper and glue.
Eight years ago to the day, I sat on the patio by the firepit, having just closed on this very lot to build a house that I designed. I'd spent almost the year prior, drawing and re-drawing what I envisioned for our family, kids, entertaining and holiday functions.
Tonight, I sit by the firepit, alone on the patio, for the last time at the house I created and realize that a move is from house to house, it's who is inside that makes it a home.
Cheers
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