shhhh...don't tell anyone
There I said it. The secret is out. My family is downsizing from our huge expensive house to a smaller, less expensive house, and I know I should be sad, but I’m actually sort of relieved.
Well, except for the whole packing thing. I’m certainly not looking forward to that…but I’d better get started because we’re moving this coming weekend!
It may seem as if we are rushing into this, but it has actually been in the works for a while now, I just wasn’t ready to say anything. I don’t even know why, other than I just wasn’t ready to think about it. Mike and I built this house together—our first home as a married couple—and now we are saying goodbye.
It is bittersweet.
Still…I said it months ago; a house is not a home. It’s just a house. A home is what you make it.
Then again…a nice coat of paint doesn’t hurt. Or rather, it does hurt. I’ve been spending the past several days painting and I hurt all over. I’m not complaining though. Painting has taken my mind off a lot of things, and is actually therapeutic. I recommend it. In fact, if you need some painting therapy, let me know…I think I still have a room or two that needs to be done!
Well…I got the secret out…and like most secrets, it really isn’t much once it’s not a secret anymore. This whole experience has been good for our family. It has brought us together in new ways. I actually got both of my teenage girls to paint their own rooms at the new house, and even my son (the one who no longer lives with us) came by to paint a hallway. I guess it’s just one of those things. Life is definitely an adventure, and ours has just taken a new direction. I promise to keep you posted…tomorrow.
Tonight, I’m going to let the vertigo medicine kick in and put me to sleep for a few hours—hopefully a full eight. Now that would be something.
Until the next time…I’ll be painting in my sleep!