We have listed our home for sale. I had forgotten how much time and emotional attention it takes to sell a house. Every darn room has memories floating around in it. I can't even write the feelings I have when I walk around in here. But Geo and I have both felt sure that we are supposed to go in this new direction. We won't go far, but we feel like we do indeed need to go. 19 years in this neighborhood brings nostalgia, but also a bit of restlessness. In addition, we have felt like it is time for another family to enjoy this splendid neighborhood. To raise their kids where they can walk to the elementary school, the store, the church, the park. All of a sudden I feel like the house is almost pushing us away.
Strange how it is hard to cook, to go out and exercise, to keep in touch with friends, read blogs, to tend to regular things when you start to allow yourself to relocate, even emotionally only. Distractions upon distractions. It almost becomes paralyzing, not so much because of the busyness that comes with prepping a home to sell, but because your mind is fractured and random and offline.
If we don't get a bite here we will recommit and dig back in, happily.
Strange, the way we need to be so flexible in such a firm and sturdy thing as a home.