Moving on...

When we were looking for houses after we got married, we wanted a place somewhere in between where we both worked. When we came to look at this house for the first time, this house was in the market for just one day, there weren’t even any pictures in the website. Once we stepped in to the house, we liked it immediately. Thinking back, we visited the house in the night and the place had very poor lighting. We couldn’t even see much out. But there was something about the house that called to me, some gut feeling that says – this is it!

After you grow up, you may not remember much about this house where you were both born. It is where I spent countless hours rocking you in the chair , playing with you, cooking and enjoying dinners, where you took your first steps and had loads of fun .

The house was perfect when we bought it but was getting a little crowded with the 4 of us. So we bought a bigger place last month. When I cleaned up the old house for the agent to come and take pictures, I almost wanted to hold the house and give it a big squeeze. I really did not want it to go. I was surprised at my feeling of “ How can I let you go” and my attachment to the house.

Two weeks after, the day the house went on market and we had an open house, I was so ready to move on. I went from “I don’t want to let you go” to “Lets get this done and move on” mode. An offer was signed in less than a week and I couldn't be happier.

This change in my behavior from the emotional to business like nature of selling the house made me realize that I am more tied to the memories and the present when the house was a part of me. I am partly sad to let go of the physical being. But once the furniture was moved, the photos removed and we started the process of moving to the new house, it was not hard to let it go.

I loved the house when I lived in it, but I was ready to move on. I had this same feeling with my car too. I loved it when it was mine and then I moved on. I am not sure if this is a good thing or not. I am almost appalled by my lack of sentiment, but I am happy that I live in the present. Home is where I make it to be, so I guess it is ok to move on.