Today we move from the house we’ve lived in for the last 9 years into a new house that we feel will be better for us in the long run. We’re both looking forward to the change, even though it’s a lot of work.
One thing that keeps popping into my head over the past 24 hours is that this will be the last time…
…that I go to sleep in this room.
…that I carry out my morning coffee making routine.
…that I bake sourdough in this oven.
…that I lock the house up for the night.
You get it. None of these are traumatic at all; instead, they are kind of bittersweet. If we hadn’t been happy in this house, I would be feeling the opposite: so glad that this is the last time…!