These past two days have been a whirlwind. Yesterday the power company shut off the power to the house...I came home for lunch to no power. It took 3 phone calls to find out that it had been MY call a few days earlier that confused the power company rep and so the work order had been filled out wrong.
By 4pm on Tuesday when we still didn't have power I called the apartment complex to see if we could pick up the keys a day early. Thankfully they said yes.
We took a few loads of junk over yesterday night. Today we hauled even more stuff. I packed and Mason loaded and then drove over to the new place and then unloaded... I then would follow and unpack the junk and then we would load the empty boxes in the cars and head back to the house to do it all over again.
Tomorrow we have real movers to come and help us with the big stuff.
Tonight is the last night in our house. I am very emotional about this. and I don't really know why. Is it the length of time we have spent here? the events that have taken place in the past 5 years? is it all the work we have put into the house to make it look nicer? Whatever it is... it tugs at my heart. Every room every door way has a story, a memory attached to it. First steps, first bites, first ride with no training wheels. I feel like I have lived a lifetime in just 5 years inside this house. As if time was sped up. I moved here when I was 29 ( i felt 23) I leave here 34 (feeling 40).
I know there were many happy moments here in the house. Birthdays, Christmas mornings, late night pillow talks, girls movie night in... But the sadness in this house lays on me like a light blanket, just touching my shoulders and back. Not just William... but Mason being deployed over and over... my fights with him, my yelling at Braden for being a toddler, the tears.
And my neighbors... my wonderful neighbors on both sides of me. What would I have done with out them. They are my family now... when will I ever see them again.
I take a breath and the house squeezes in... I exhale and the house relaxes.