I’m sitting on the floor in my, mostly, empty house, drinking my last cup of coffee and waiting for my last load of laundry to dry. I’m listening to the sounds of all my kids sleeping and I can feel the cool, morning air, touched by the ocean, coming through my window. There are 4 bags waiting to be loaded into the van, but everything else is there and waiting. I was hoping to hit the road by now, but the laundry isn’t dry. Soon.
It’s a long day of driving ahead of me, but we’ll be at our destination by dinner time.
This house has represented so much to me over these 10+ years. So much so, that I’m going to need to dedicate an entire post to it. But for now, I just have to say that I’ve really loved living here. However, I always knew it would never be mine. So I’m letting go, as countless people have to countless places, and moving forward. I don’t know what it’s going to bring, but I’m sure it will be good.
Now to shut this down, pack it up and check those drying clothes. I need to get this day moving!
Doing the Dance of the Children-No Matter Where I Am~