Wow…it really has come way too quickly.
THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!!
I’m moving out of my mini-home this weekend. Didn’t I just sell it yesterday? It seems like yesterday when the ex-wife and I first moved in, but in reality it was almost seven years ago. It’s a 3-bedroom mini-home, double-wide, with a big backyard & a patio deck. We were the first owners and it just seemed like the perfect “starter home”.
I’ve been alone in here for almost four years now. I can honestly say that I’ve been taking it for granted…though I’ll be happy to be out of this place.
I mean, it’s a very quiet location in a fairly remote part of the city…so from that point of view I should be sad to leave. But it’s also a home that I never truly considered “mine”, especially after the ex left.
Well…when we first moved in the ex did the vast majority of the decorating and painting. So while I had some creative input, it really wasn’t as much as I would have liked. Of course, I was the “old CBG” so I didn’t really care a lot at the time anyway.
When she moved out, I was in Houston on a 4-week training session for my new job. When I came back after two weeks for “home break”, I came back to an empty house…only a bed, a TV, and a computer left.
After I came back for good, I arrived to find the house almost full of furniture again. Turns out my parents had filled the place from one end to the other with furniture AND decorations, which really was a wonderful thing for them to do. I’ll always be thankful for their help during a difficult time.
But the house still wasn’t “mine”. It just didn’t feel like “me”. Of course, I was about to go through an intense depression and a self-awareness over the course of the next two years so I didn’t really know what “me” was supposed to be anyway.
I do know who I am now (or at least I think I do).
So here I am…taking a break from packing to write this blog. My closing date isn’t until the 15th but it just makes sense to pack-up and move out this weekend since, y’know, it’s a weekend and all.
I haven’t been packing as much as I should be, and I think it’s because I’m a sentimental guy at heart. Leaving the house and the memories it holds (and could have held) makes me a little sad. I think I’ll change once next week arrives and I prepare to move into my new place next weekend (the closing date is the 17th, so I’ll only be homeless for a week).
So in less than two weeks my journey through this crazy road called “life” will take it’s next big turn. I’m totally prepared for it (I think). I just wish time would slow down just a little bit.