So, I spent all of last week working my behind off to get more of our belongings from inside our house, sold. We had made the decision to just let go of everything rather than waste money on storage units for who knows how long? With a month and a half left until move out day, it was starting to freak me out a little that the house was still so full of stuff. Come August 31st (move out day) we definitely don’t want to be left with any big furniture or even boxes of random things to figure out what to do with.
The streams of buyers flowing in and out of the house lately has made a huge dent in getting it emptied it out last week and I’m starting to feel a bit more at ease. So as of today, I’d say 85% of our belongings are either sold or spoken for, and the house gets emptier by the day. As the house gets more bare and I am left here with only the bare essentials, it’s all starting to feel very surreal that we are actually doing this.
Also, our official “Hit the road” date has been bumped up a bit! The kids and I had originally planned to stick around Wilmington for a little over a month after we move out of our home in preparation for my sister’s wedding, and then we would all leave afterwards. Well, needless to say we have honestly just had enough of not being together as a family – and so the kids and I will move out of our home August 31, and on Sept. 1 – a day before my 30th birthday, we will head out for our new life together.
Yesterday, Anthony got everything arranged for our stay and sent me these pictures of the place we will call home for about a month before heading back to Wilmington again for a week or two to be with family.
I can certainly handle this! I mean, isn’t it lovely? This picture (obviously shot in the fall) is of the stream that flows just next to our campsite. This place is right up next to the Virginia mountains in a sleepy little town called Clifton Forge. This town is where Anthony has lived and worked for the past five months and so we will join him there until that job wraps up and we move on!
This is the second summer that he has been away from us for months at a time for work, and with the realization that he would be doing even more working out of town – several months back I told him that I’d go ANYWHERE, as long as I could be where he is.
And I meant every word. I haven’t looked back since.
I think this is why it’s been so easy for me to watch our things walk out the door and it not hurt. I know that all of those things are just things, they aren’t our life. I can let go because the memories we hold from our time there, can’t ever be sold or bought, or taken away from us.
Because the truth we’ve come to realize is that when we aren’t together, our house isn’t a home anymore – it’s just a piece of real estate we pay for to sleep in at night.
And when a house is longer a home, it’s time to move on.
When we are all together, doing life together everyday, in each other’s arms – it doesn’t really matter where we are, what we live in or how much stuff we have, we are home – and life is as it should be.
For the first time in a long time, home is in view again, and it is precisely the place where we all are so ready to be.