Oh, I remember this like it was yesterday.
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This is my last blog post from my old house here. Tomorrow is THE big day. This house is almost an empty shell that echos ... windows bare and nails on walls. Even as I sit here typing - the clicking sound of the keys is louder in this all but hollow room. This room has served me well. First, it was my home office/guest room. Then it was a nursery. Then my sewing room. I'm going to miss it for a few minutes until I have my new sewing "studio" set up. Then I'm going to remember it fondly and wonder how I ever survived in such a tiny space! LOL!
As we packed up the house, I was only slightly embarrassed at some of the pockets of dust that collected here and there without my noticing. But this old house is going to be torn down within the month - the surveyors have already marked the property lines and the services are spray-painted on the sidewalk - so I'm not going to worry about a little dust.
All this emptimess ... it's almost sad. Almost. But not quite. It doesn't take me much more than a nanosecond to remember why we've wanted a better house for such a long time. I'm a little surprised at how detached I feel about leaving here - this place with so many memories. I usually have more of a sentimental heart than this. But as I get older, I find that sentiment can be more of a prison than a blanket. Does that make sense? Memories are with you always in your head and in your heart. And if you forget them, then it doesn't really matter. I am less and less interested in the past and find myself more interested and excited about the future.