We recently sold our house.
The one we've lived in since 1999. The one where both our boys were born. The one we remodeled extensively (to make it truly ours) in 2008.
It sits on a 3/4 acre lot that we landscaped over the years into something so beautiful one of my oldest son's friends called it the "Moulder Park".
And now it belongs to someone else.
[Deep breath. Try not to cry.]
This move makes sense.
We’re financially downsizing (kids getting older, hubby and I not getting any younger).
And life sense, too. We're closer to my youngest son's school. Closer to family and friends. Closer to my husband’s office.
Logically, it's the right call. We're happy about it.
And yet…
I’m tearing up as I write this. |