It is official, we are selling our home. This has been something that David and I have been talking about for a really long time and now that it is here I'm overwhelmed with emotions. Imagine that.
Our house is so great. It is spacious, roomy and always open to our friends and family. I met this house before David and I were together and have so many good good memories. The only downside is the area that the house lives in. We are on a really busy street and that I hate. We have so many people walking by all day long and most of them look on the suspicious side. I won't miss the loud sirens or the Big Gulp cups in our yard that's for sure. If only we could magically transport the house to another part of town!
Here's where the tears come in. I've been bitching about this place for so long and now that there's a for sale sign planted in our front yard I'm extremely sad about moving. On Thursday we had our first showing and I got a text from David saying it was happening at work. I couldn't help the tears that were streaming down my face. Having someone in my home inspecting it was too much. We've put so much thought and work into this place. Offering it up to the public to scrutinize and pick apart is so hard to do. Imagining someone else making memories here is so hard to swallow. But, I know it's for the best. It's for Quinne, it's for our family and that is all that matters. I want her to grow up being able to play in the yard without me being a hawk, thinking everyone that walks by might come back a steal her ( that is a real life thought I've had, call me crazy). I want to feel safe and know my neighbors when David is out of town. And we want Quinne to be in a school district we are proud to send her to.
I know that this is an amazing opportunity and look forward to the future. I just have to allow myself to feel the emotions and process this how I need to. It is after all just a house and as long as our family is together that is all that counts at the end of the day.