It’s very late. This is our last night in our house. The day was an utter blur of packing, packing and more packing. I wondered more than a thousand times in the last few weeks, how on earth we have accumulated so much stuff. Lots of stuff that filled our house. The house we bought 10.5 years ago, as a newly married couple. A house is just a house in the end, an empty shell really. It’s the stuff and the people and the memories that truly make it a home. The last two weeks have been particularly trying saying our goodbyes to all the wonderful people in our life (yes we’re talking to you). Each time, I’ve thought, surely, I have no tears left to cry, but I am wrong. The decision to move and to move so far away, was not an easy one. However, nothing worth doing is supposed to be easy. Scott and I are embarking on a literal leap of faith. Tomorrow we celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary. Tomorrow afternoon we start an epic journey towards our next step…whatever that may be. We are excited, scared, saddened to leave our loved ones all rolled into one ball of emotions. But, right now, one last sleep.
Author: Darci Bloemendaal