It's time to sell the house, I said in a very nonchalant calm tone.
Just like that. Bam. Let's move. I'm done, I'm ready, next phase. Let's do this.
You see, it's always been me, the resistant one. I'm comfortable in our current home. Where we want to move to is way more expensive, which means less house for more money. But I'm over worrying about the size house we are going to buy and more concerned about the life we want to live. We are moving back to the town my husband works in and where our daughter attends school. Our move out to the suburbs wasn't a move into our dream home. It was our first home. A house i've cherished from day one, but I am ready to say goodbye to. Now it's time to move on to our second home, which I am sure won't exactly be our dream home. In my heart I'm truly okay with taking steps, small steps to achieve our goal. Once I am working again full time, we'll be even closer to the home we may want to settle down in for years and years and years to come.
Last night I checked out a huge armful of books from the library. They were mainly books on home organizing and purging, some books on selling your house (we've never sold a home before), and cook books. I had the realization that I need to keep my family nourished from the inside as we shed so much on the outside.
The first book I started to read and became enthralled by was called, Scaling Down. The content immediately lured me in, it's written by a woman that helps people let go of their stuff. Really, I have stuff, more stuff, and then even more stuff tucked away on the high shelf of the closet. When we moved in, we didn't have full closets and stuffed shelves in the garage, or even a 10x10 shed that has it's fair share of items. We've grown over the past seven years as a family, we now have two children, and we've filled our home. Literally and figuratively.
It's like, have space, let's fill it!!!
What struck me most about this book, is that I am reading about downsizing when most of my friends are upgrading. It's that phase in life, where friends are moving into homes they envision spending a good 20 years in, maybe more, maybe less. Some friends have recently told me they need a bigger house just for their stuff. For us, now we are working through our possessions, belongings, emotional attachments. We are working towards our goal of living a lifestyle that more fits our family. I want to grocery shop in the town I live in. My husband wants to bike to work everyday and come home for lunch, if he so chooses. We want to be a short bicycle ride from a hiking trail. I want the mountains to not be a squint off in the distance, I want them to be in my backyard. We will more than likely become a one car family.
I want to be back in the town that once left an impression so strong in my heart that I picked up and moved 1,800 miles from my family to live there. Seven years away in the suburbs and the silent song is calling my heart back.
There are many things I will miss about my first home, but for now it's time to focus on all the wonderful opportunities that will be just looming on the horizon. It feels like a load off to share this news. I'm sure this will be just the first of many posts about moving, letting go, packing, and discovering our new home.
My hardest job, convincing my girls that it's okay to not have so much stuff. Oh and let's throw my husband in the mix, does anyone other than Lance Armstrong need 6 bicycles?