Things are moving along with the home sale/purchase process and it’s scary. And sad. This morning I was so sad about leaving our current home. I was sad that soon I wouldn’t hear the sound my feet make on the floors in the morning. Sad about how comfortable my living room is and how nice it is to curl up on the couch. Sad to not hear the kid in the park across the street on the swing set each morning. Sad that we’ll never spend another Christmas or Thanksgiving in our home. We didn’t even know that last year would be our last. Sad about how comfortable in general my home is and how nice it is to come home to. Sad at the thought of not feeling like that in my new home. Sad that we never fully realized the potential of our current home. We could have done so much more with it. It’s a realization we’ve both made recently. Sad about my regular commute changing. Where will I stop for tacos on Fridays now?
I know that all the pieces are finally coming together and for that I should be happy. I’m not though. The other week I spent hours pinning ideas for the new house. I have board for every single room in that house. I was so excited about its potential. Now I’m dreading packing. I’m dreading changing. I’m dreading the construction that will be going on in the house from the second we buy it. I’m dreading all the work that we’ll have to do to make it our home. Our buyer wants to close in 3 weeks! 3 weeks and I could be out of my home. That’s not enough time! How will I get it all packed? How will I find time to enjoy my patio? I won’t even get to see the fall tomatoes in the garden.
I’ve told people lately that I never want to go through this process again. Buying and selling at the same time is miserable. I’ve said this week that I will die in this new house. I better learn to love it because we’ve got another 50 years together this house and I. I’ve been so hot and cold about this whole process I feel like it’s making me bipolar. I’m happy one second and terribly sad the next. John will say it’s all because I don’t like change. I’m a creature of routine and my routine is about to get all screwed up. My center is about to be taken away and moved to a new place. A place that has a platform for my bed to rest on. Hold me.
Just so I don’t end this post on such a terribly sad note (bipolar yes?). I was telling my dad about the new house and when I shared with him the story of the platform bed and the glitter ceiling he went and one upped me. When they were looking for a house in Indiana they saw one that had a round platform in the master. It rotated. I think I would have been forever damaged had my parents bought the house with the rotating bed. Thank you guys for passing on that one, and someone please make sure we have that concrete platform removed before we ever have children.
We you terribly sad when you sold your home? Please tell me it gets easier.
I know that all the pieces are finally coming together and for that I should be happy. I’m not though. The other week I spent hours pinning ideas for the new house. I have board for every single room in that house. I was so excited about its potential. Now I’m dreading packing. I’m dreading changing. I’m dreading the construction that will be going on in the house from the second we buy it. I’m dreading all the work that we’ll have to do to make it our home. Our buyer wants to close in 3 weeks! 3 weeks and I could be out of my home. That’s not enough time! How will I get it all packed? How will I find time to enjoy my patio? I won’t even get to see the fall tomatoes in the garden.
I’ve told people lately that I never want to go through this process again. Buying and selling at the same time is miserable. I’ve said this week that I will die in this new house. I better learn to love it because we’ve got another 50 years together this house and I. I’ve been so hot and cold about this whole process I feel like it’s making me bipolar. I’m happy one second and terribly sad the next. John will say it’s all because I don’t like change. I’m a creature of routine and my routine is about to get all screwed up. My center is about to be taken away and moved to a new place. A place that has a platform for my bed to rest on. Hold me.
Just so I don’t end this post on such a terribly sad note (bipolar yes?). I was telling my dad about the new house and when I shared with him the story of the platform bed and the glitter ceiling he went and one upped me. When they were looking for a house in Indiana they saw one that had a round platform in the master. It rotated. I think I would have been forever damaged had my parents bought the house with the rotating bed. Thank you guys for passing on that one, and someone please make sure we have that concrete platform removed before we ever have children.
We you terribly sad when you sold your home? Please tell me it gets easier.
I know what you mean about being sad when you sell your house. We moved 3 years ago when my son was 3 months old. I was excited about our new journey to help friends plant a church but it didn't feel fully right. That was the house I dreamed my children would grow up in. My dream home. Now I feel like maybe I had to move for God to show me that a house is a house and its the people in it that matter.
ReplyDeleteI moved from my parent's home to college, and then I moved to my bachelor apartment, and then I moved to my bachelor townhouse, and then I moved to the house I'm in now with my family.
ReplyDeleteI can honestly say that I'd do just about anything to never, ever move again . . . but that's because I find the act of moving a pain in the ass. I'm surprisingly adept at not getting too sentimental about cars or houses . . . even now, after my parents' divorce . . . well, my dad kept the childhood home, but it's entirely different. And it doesn't bother me.
Just think, after the move is all done, and you're with people you love, you'll see that it's "just a house" and that you'll be perfectly happy where you are.
Hey Faith! We met at book club last month. Congrats on selling your house! I just wanted to answer your question - Yes, it gets easier. We've bought & sold two houses as a married couple, and it was sad both times, saying goodbye to it. I've found, though, that I can be happy wherever my family is, and wherever my stuff is. Especially wherever my Friends dvd's are. I always play them when I am experiencing a scary change of some kind. When I stop the Friends in rotation, I know I've made it through the adjustment. ;) Hope it's all going smoothly for you! Very exciting times!
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Thanks Dawn! It's getting easier as it gets closer - though the packing isn't. We had friends and family over to see the house this weekend so that's made it better too.
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