The last day of our acquaintance...
...was Wednesday. I locked the front door at 10:17 p.m., and drove the last van-load away in the dark, crying hard. Ten years.
Goodbye. And thank you.
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—Kyran, 7:39 PM
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I don't think you left those 10 years behind. You took them with you.
And as painful as it might be to leave, you must know that it's impossible to drive away from something without also driving toward something else.
There's a lot of good to come.
so sad, i know that feeling well...
No matter what the circumstances, moving out and moving on is always hard. Good luck in your new place.
:o( I wish for you that each decade that passes is exponentially better than the last.
To wonderful, glorious new beginnings.
When Rob and I left the first little house we had together we were so homesick for it that even though our new house was bigger and much more modern and beautiful we wondered if we shouldn't just move back in to the little house again. We were so attached to it that we couldn't bear to sell it! So now we rent it out to a couple of newly married university professors, but in a way if feels like a safety net for us to retreat to if life gets out of hand.
But don't worry - we came to love our new place as much as the old place as I am sure you will come to love yours too!
oh that is so hard. i would cry my eyes out, too. thinking about you, girl.
ugh...Leaving a place so well loved is so difficult. Sending a bit of love to you and hopes that the next 10 years of your adventure be full of magic.
Just 27 words... and still you manage to bring us to tears.
I am such a physical space person. I love traveling, but I have such a hard time letting go of places I've lived, even it's only for a few months, a few years.
Here's to new memories to build on the old.
What a beautiful post, Kyran...you really captured that "last moments" feeling when moving house. I hope your new home will bring you much happiness!
OK, I'm crying. We are getting ready to move on Thursday, and I can't stop sniffling.
Beautiful post.
May your new abode be as blessed.
growing up, the longest i had ever lived in a house was three years, which was a pattern finally broken when we bought our own house 9 years ago. i can see how it would be like saying goodbye to a family member.
Remember when the house on Armstrong burned? My house now, for all its flaws, is the home that was... your soul fills up the empty places left by loss.
And your boys... all their scratches on the new hardwood will be the beginning of making the new house as precious as the first.
Its funny how things that hurt at first become treasured...
I've seen few posts that so quickly and beautifully sum it all up. Goodbye, house.
I've seen few posts that so quickly and beautifully sum it all up. Goodbye, house.
Commenting early... This isn't your latest post, but this last photo really got me. I've moved so very many times in my life, and this photo sums up the feeling I've had every single time.
Beautiful.
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