Home
We'll spend 3 more nights in this house. The one that has been our home. The one that has been my sons' first home. It's just a building, but we chose this building. We saw it's guts. When we arrived, some of the walls were still brick, there was no ceiling board or floors poured yet. It's gone through so many transitions in the short time we've lived here. When we first moved in we had barely any furniture. The kitchen had a sink and one small countertop. Cardboard boxes served as cabinets and pantry shelves. Several rooms were unpainted and to this day there is trim that never did get painted. The front step never got the final layer on top and the closets never got doors. Still, it's home. It's the place we come back to at the end of the day. Inside these walls we have formed so many memories. There are many things about this particular house that I am ready to leave behind, a variety of critters being high on the list, but it's still home. I keep trying to prepare Jude for all the changes, particularly the physical changes he'll see: furniture leaving, our house empty, things being sold. He's not liking it. He yells, "no" with great enthusiasm each time and it makes him rather grumpy and disagreeable. And I have to admit, while I'm excited about the move, it's still hard to leave this home we've made. We're busy packing up the pieces that can go with us, but there are so many that can't: Jude's handprint in the sidewalk, the way the light comes into the hallway, all the hard work Carson put into the concrete sinks and other projects, and the breeze blowing in rainy season... as Alli Rogers says, "There are things we can and cannot keep."
2 comments:
Found you through FMF. Those things we cannot keep that are sentimental are the hardest to leave! I understand. Leaving is hard. I'll pray your family is able to transition well!
As much as we want you all close by, I tear up when I think about your having to leave the happy things behind. Love you.
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