The house is empty.  The pods are gone.  We are staying the night at our totally awesome neighbors  she will feed us and bed us and we can enjoy a last moment.

You walk around an empty house and see the remains of your life on it’s walls.  The pictures hung with care, the place where the dude ran into the wall and left a dent.  You remember the great parties (yes, great, amazing even!) You remember bringing babies home, hauling rocks to rebuild the fireplace, and, for us, the yards and yards of topsoil we barrowed into the yard.

Hubby and I sat on the lawn in the shade of the tree we planted and went through our best memories.   Our first new years party after we moved where our city friends journeyed out to join us in the burbs.

Our first night where our ears were ringing because it was so quiet.

Making babies… that was fun!

Our planning and dreaming… and seeing so many of our plans and dreams come to realization through a lot of blood, sweat and even a few tears.

Its not sad.  I have shed my tears already and I am ready to go and give this house over to the next family.  We are ready to move on, we have let go.

With the memories, come the dreams for the future. Our vision is still not defined and I am eagerly anticipating seeing it unfold.  Hubby and I are both still somewhat unbelieving that we have actually taken this step, this leap out of comfort and are on the move.  We feel extraordinarily lucky that it has unfolded so far as it has.

So I shut the door and head over to the neighbors.  A cold drink and great friends are waiting.

I am feeling blessed.