Living in a constant state of anticipation would make a person go mad. So, we have the long buildup to a holiday or celebration, then we have the payoff, the big finale! But what’s that feeling after it happens. That day after when we are standing in a pile of trash and the sun is coming up and we’re tired? The same holds true for going on vacation or selling a house. (I just so happen to have done all of these things within three months.)
For now, I’d like to focus on my recent move. Let’s dissect the insanity, if you will journey with me down another road inside of my psyche, otherwise known as the scary place, mostly to me and anyone out there who may be actually paying attention to these riffs I project into the cosmos.
moving, what a dumb thing we do
Life is a constant state of moving on. One grade to the next, one friend to the next (if you’re lucky you hang on to some) one house to the next. We move from one year to the next. That one goes a lot quicker than I realized when I was younger. Let’s focus, a hard task for me. Stay on point and understand we are trying to talk about moving from one house to the next right now.
Well, it took about a year from start to finish when I think back. The conversations started about more space, better neighborhood and so on… so let’s go for it. What they forget to mention is that selling your first house isn’t like buying your first house. (Ok, our wonderful real estate agent not only DID mention it, she stressed it and asked if we were certain we wanted to do this.) So, you spend time and money and you make your house so nice that you question why you’re selling it in the first place, at least wondering why you didn’t live this way in the first place. Then the ups and downs. Then the offer and counter offer and counter offer and inspections and why the fuck are we doing this I’m losing my fucking mind part…
when you see a gun, and other emotions that are super!
I believe in signs and I try to listen to them when I believe I see them. Before we moved I saw a sign that gave me pause. I never felt in danger or scared where we lived, but I am also aware of the world around me. As I was enjoying one of our last Sundays in our house with my children, I noticed a neighbor’s teenager in his car, outside my house, holding a gun. He just had it. Had nothing to do with me. But that was it. It scared me. I’ve had a gun pointed at me before and it is not something I particularly prefer. So, I walked outside, pretending to clean up or something, just to show them that I was aware of their presence, and these kids, mostly politely, decided to move on from that location. But I decided in that moment that we had made the right decision.
Back to the sold sign on the door. The date is set and now it’s time to hurry. Find a new place, pack it ALL up, everything. Figure it all out, and oh don’t forget to, well, live your fucking life and take care of your everything else during this process too. Kid starts kindergarten, sure, why not throw that in. Then the date draws closer and you forgot you had other emotions besides frustration and anger and anxiety. You have sadness. You see the spots where things happened. You see the spots where kids learned to walk, talk. You see where you grew up and had late nights and fun days. You see the summer projects you worked on together that you hope the next people appreciate on some level. You see where you last said your goodbyes to your puppy. (I still miss him so much.) You begin to feel everything, maybe even question again, but for another reason… but it’s time to move on, as we started this saying. It is hard for me because I see the memories in the places they happened and, however crazy, fear that when I leave that place behind that the memories may stay too. So we moved. That last day I believe fate gave me the last moments alone in that house and I took them. I walked the rooms and I wept like a baby. Oh, it was an ugly cry for the ages. But it was necessary. I couldn’t have let go without it. And that’s that. Besides the redesigning your entire life in a new place. But that’s moving for me. I hope your tougher than I am if you take on this adventure.