The rooms are empty in our house now, save for a few air mattresses and random boxes and a few snacks in the kitchen. Our house will not be ours anymore in a couple more days. Today we spent most of our waking hours loading a twenty-six foot shipping truck with the help of a couple movers. The truck is completely full, and will be stationed in our driveway until Monday, when our new house legally becomes ours.
The house we have known for over the last nine years, on Monday, will legally belong to someone else. The rooms are pretty much empty now, but the memories are thick and stacked. Each step through the barren spaces echos on the hard surfaces that were once covered with pictures and paintings and little doodles taped up by the girls. Violet's room was once her nursery and before that it was Audrey's room and nursery. I can still remember the long day of installing the wood flooring and wall paneling and painting to make it just right for our first child.
Many memories of laughter, tears, joy, sadness, and growing overwhelm me as I walk through the rooms of the house, our first house, for the last time. The moving vans are loaded and the key turns in the lock. The next time it is unlocked, it will be by the new owners.
A few hours later, and a few dozen signatures down the line, we are legally the new owners of our dream house. Opening the door for the first time, and letting our girls run around, exploring their new home...THAT is a moment I will cherish. Each room is absolutely empty, yet full of possibilities and our future. We have now been in our house for a week, and boxes are everywhere, but each item we pick-up is finding a new place...a place where it belongs. And so are we as a family. We are finding our place here, and rediscovering where we belong. The answer is simple, though: we belong here and together. Wherever here is.
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