So, the thing that i’ve been working on for so long has finally happened. We finally sold our house. And it’s weird. I knew it would be, but it’s actually weirder than i expected.
Getting the house ready to sell was pretty much my everyday life for about two years. We’d lived there for twenty years and had accumulated so much stuff. Way too much stuff. Going through it was an emotional process.
Now it’s over, and i feel a little adrift, like i don’t have a purpose. I had been looking forward to crossing that finish line for so long, and i did. Now what?
I miss our house. I’m sad. I’m not sure we made the right choice but there wasn’t another choice. I had a real love/hate relationship with the house. So many things to hate, and so many things i really loved, like the sunsets, the moon out my window, the bunnies in the yard, my beautiful bathroom. The memories of twenty years.
Over the past few weeks, Greg and i have thought a lot about the decision to sell the house and what it would mean for our future. We thought that once the house was sold, the future would become clearer and we’d kind of know what to do but actually, the future is murkier than ever. We have no idea what to do. I can only hope that it will start to become clearer with a little time.