Alex and I have moved a lot over the years. It’s always sentimental. Especially those last run-throughs when the rooms are bare and your voice echoes when you’re checking for things you might have forgotten, asking yourself, “Is that it?”
But I gotta say, it gets way worse when you have kids.
Kids ruin you, emotionally, forever.
Right now, I’m looking at this bare house and am seeing Rory’s first steps. Her first sentences. And the time she tumbled down the concrete stairs in the back scaring Alex and I to death.
I’m not sad we’re moving, necessarily. We love our new place. But it’s not just a physical house we’re moving on from. It’s a collection of memories as a young family trying to figure it out.
Now… I’m ready for a shower.