moving on up, out and in
No, despite my poor blogging record of late, I’m not shutting this place down. It’s still a small haven, even if I’m unable to check in as much as I’d like. It’s about to get worse too, for a while.
You see, we’re taking the plunge. After 20+ years as renters, we’re finally buying a home. It’s all happening, right now. After four months of waiting to hear whether we would be able to buy this house, we signed the papers today. We close in two weeks and move in four weeks. Wow.
There is definitely a swirl of emotions — excitement, anticipation, a bit of intimidation. So much needs to be done in such a short time, after all the waiting. I am thrilled and overwhelmed. Aside from the financial aspect, there are all the logistics. Packing with a toddler is a major ordeal while we’re both working. I can’t even imagine how long it will take to unpack. I’m also wondering how long it will take for our girl to nap or sleep in her new room, which is nothing like her room now. She is such a creature of habit. And now, so many changes.
Tips on toddler transitions are welcome. We’re already talking about the “new house” and how soon this will be the “old house.” Today as I was driving into the neighborhood, she totally recognized it and said “house!” So while it’s not yet “home,” she knows the place. We talk about how fun it will be to live there, how we’re packing our stuff in boxes so we can bring them there, how it might be sad to leave here.
And, um, I sort of already promised her a puppy. And a kitty. Oops.
Part of me will be sad to leave this place. I love living so close to nature, on a creek with a seasonal waterfall, minutes from redwoods, wildlife in our backyard, wild berries everywhere, with fabulous neighbors (can you believe this little boy is one year old today?), great house in a wonderful community, across from terrific schools.
But the memories are what I will miss the most, even as I take them with me. This is where we brought our daughter home. This was our cocoon in those early ecstatic sleep-deprived days. This is where our baby girl first rolled over, learned to crawl, took her first steps, said mama and dada. This is where she calls “home.”
I know “home is where the heart is” and all that, and it’s true, we’ll make a new home together with wonderful new memories. And I am so excited about that. But this, our labor of love? Oh how I wish I could take it with us. It breaks my heart a little just thinking about never seeing it again for real…
We will take some new professional style photos, which we hope will be good enough to blow up and frame for her new room. But still. It’s not just the mural, but the love that went into it, the shared experience with Kaye, who at eight months pregnant insisted on standing atop that step ladder to reach the rays of the sun. I can remember it all so clearly, we even have photos. But there is nothing quite like Baby Jaye waking up from a nap (her crib is just under the tree) and pointing above as she says “tree” or “moon” or “sun” and peering up with wonder as I tell her how they came to be…
Leaving our home has implications beyond just us, too. When I told Kaye we were moving, her reaction was tough to read, especially over the phone. Like her, I imagined us raising Baby Jaye here for longer than just a couple of years. But it was the thought of the mural that choked her up. Me too.
When I told Kaye’s mom (Grandma Bea) we were moving, the look on her face showed fear and concern, at first. “To where?” she asked, cautiously. But when I told her where — i.e., halfway closer to her! — she literally shrieked with joy she was so excited about being closer and how much easier it would be to visit (35 minutes away instead of 1h 15m).
It’s a huge move all around. So all this to say I’m afraid I won’t be around much for a little while. So much to do, so little time. Feel free to drop a line to say hi, if you want. I’m not disappearing, just stepping away for a bit. Hoping to keep up with my reader and twitter, whenever I can. In the meantime, wishing you all well until I resurface on the other side… peace out. xo