The time has come for us to pack up 13 years of memories and stuff and move.
It is completely bittersweet and I don’t think the reality of it all has truly hit me.  The boxes and minimalist living makes me logically know it’s happening, but I can’t even grasp not having our daily life in this house.
It’s helping that we are moving into an incredible home; one that shares a driveway with my parents and has enough space that the boys will have their own bedrooms, a giant kitchen (yay me!), a built in 12 foot dining room table, a tv/game room for the big kids and a play space for the little kids, a washer and dryer INSIDE (no more walking down into a creepy, wet basement to wash clothes) and so much more to look forward to.   Seriously, the only drawback is that we will have to pay almost double of what our current rent is.  It’s completely fair, just what the going rates on the island are at.
   The big day is March 1st, so if you are in town and want to schlep a box or two, we would love the help!   A lot is done already as we have been able to store boxes in my parent’s garage but a move is a move so still work to be done.
   As we navigate the last three weeks in our home, without a stove and dishwasher and amidst boxes, we will remember the good times.  This house will always hold a special place in our hearts, we got married here, brought all of our babies home here and have created so many wonderful memories.  I can’t wait until the work is done and we can sit in our new home and just breathe.