After we first signed papers selling our house we told people we were "homeless." Because we had no idea where we were going to move. Not that we would have been on the street, but we really did not know which house we were going to find for our next dwelling. Then we picked another house.
Now, despite all the boxes and packing, I still felt this home was to be our home for a long time to come. I have told people we are moving. I have the address of the new house memorized. I envision lying in my bed in a new bedroom. I think back to a couple weeks ago when our boys were laughing on the steps in the foyer while my husband and I met with the home inspector. What a great sound of their laughter echoing through a house soon to be ours. This would work......
But where we are is home.
I thought.
I want it to be. But.....
Tonight we took apart major pieces of furniture. Every room but the bathrooms now is occupied by either a box or a very prominent foreshadowing of our exit. We even received a piece of mail for the new owners today. There are still family pictures on the wall that give a slight shadow of a presence that was, but it is a small glimmer of what this home truly holds of years of memories. I am reluctant to take them down, yet. They are the sole remaining items that make me feel like this is still our home.
But reality has set in today.
In a few days we not be "house"less, but I will feel "home"less. May it feel like home again there soon....
