The day is finally here. The one I’ve been awaiting with great anticipation. CLOSING DAY!
In May when we listed our house, I was on pins and needles. I was so anxious to move out of our house. It was a home that never-ever felt like home. I wasn’t fond of the neighbourhood. Aside from all of that our house was just far too small for our family of 4.
The months flew by after we sold and my feelings never changed.
We moved out on August 3rd and a few days after moving in to our new abode I went back to the old house to clean up. It felt so eerie. So cold. So uncomfortable. I didn’t like being there. It wasn’t the closure, I’d hoped for.
Our pesky buyers and their ridiculous requests found me back at the house on Wednesday. Apparently our showers didn’t work. Funny that – they worked fine for me. I think fate just had it decided that I needed one last visit. I spent some time revisiting each room of the house and reflecting on all of our memories. I’ll be completely honest when I say… it was so hard to leave knowing I’ll never step foot in the house again.
I hope the new owners enjoy my Bleeding Hearts bush. I planted the bush in memory of my sister and angel babies a few years ago. I went through the emotions trying to decide whether I should take it or leave it for the new owners to enjoy. In the end, I decided to leave the bush behind and share in the beauty. The new owners may never understand or know the significance behind the bush, but deep down I know that if my sister or little angels were still here with us on Earth that they would have touched the lives of many (and they have)… so it only seems logical to just leave the bush behind.
As one door closes another one opens.
Today is the day we bid adieu to the first home my husband and I ever owned together. The home where we started our family. The home where our son was born. It’s a bittersweet day. We’ve built so many memories together in this home that have solidified the foundation for our continuing journey.