I think I’ve written this post in my head no less than twenty times before sitting down and to write this.
I actually tried to start writing this post before we moved, but got so emotional each time that I had to stop. At that time, there were so many emotions running around in my body that overwhelmed me and I had to push them to the back of my mind in order to actually get things accomplished.
We knew that eventually we’d leave our home, but didn’t think it would happen in this manner and so quickly. Seriously – it was less than two months from the time I got the phone call from our landlord saying the owner of our apartment was selling it to the time we closed escrow on our new place. We thought we’d move on our terms when we were ready for something bigger and better for our family and even though it would have still been a sad day, the manner in which our move came about made the situation much more stressful and bittersweet.
Eight years ago when we moved into our apartment, I never ever would have thought we’d live there for so long or that so many amazing things would happen to us while living there. It was the place we lived when we got engaged, married and pregnant and was the place we brought Cecilia home to and where we held her first birthday party.
Saying goodbye to our home was incredibly hard for me, because it’s the first time I’ve ever officially had to say goodbye to a home that had so many emotions and memories wrapped up in it. I lived in my childhood home from the time I was born until I moved to San Diego at the age of 23 (minus the four years in college), but the last time I was in that home, I wasn’t aware it would be my last time. With our North Park house, I knew the last time I walked the halls would be it. I knew that when we sat and read one of our favorite books to Cecilia in her room, it would be the last time we did so. And that when I locked the door, I wouldn’t ever open it again.
While all of the memories in our apartment weren’t all warm and fuzzy (it was also the place we lived when I lost my uncle and grandmother, Travis lost his grandfather and my parents divorced), all of the happy and sad events that occurred while we lived there made us the people, the couple and the family we are today.
One of my main concerns with moving was how Cecilia would adjust. Our apartment was the only place she’d ever lived and knew as her home. I loved how she could run around from room to room and was worried that she wouldn’t like the new place, since she couldn’t just run and play in her own room when she wanted since her new room is upstairs. Deep down I think I knew she’d learn to love the new place since she’d be able to play outside and have more space to explore, but the mom in me was so worried about turning her world upside down and changing something so big. I was also sad that she probably wouldn’t remember the place that meant so much to us.
I was also so scared about moving to a more suburban area. Our former North Park neighborhood was incredibly walkable and central to everything in San Diego. We’re still learning our new neighborhood and creating new routines and even though we’re farther away from our favorite places, I realize they’re not going anywhere and we plan to (and already have!) visit them often.
With all the worries and apprehension I had, I was so excited to move to make our new house a home for our family. I love that we can make changes to it that will make it perfect for us. We’ve already done so much, but look forward to brainstorming what else we can do in the future. We’ve already had our first family dance party in the living room and are looking forward to getting some new patio furniture to start eating family meals outside. I know this place will be a happy home for our family with lots of new and wonderful memories and one day I’ll write a post similar to this about our new place.
Until then, I look forward to sharing more about our new home with you, the changes we make to it and the memories we create here.
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