Saying Goodbye

our last night in the condo

There is a saying, that the only thing that is constant is change. At this point in our lives, change abounds. Chris and I sold our condo, after nine long months on the market. At first, we were ecstatic, but then as the closing date approached I became very nostalgic. Very sad. How can you put five years of your life into boxes? How can five years of memories be contained with a simple signature and exchange of keys? So much happened at our first home. We fell in love, we got engaged and married. We loved our dog. We lost our daughter. What happens to those memories? I guess I pack them up and carry them with me, in my heart. Our condo was a perfect place for us. We customized everything. From the cabinets to the flooring. The condo echoed us and our love. Saying goodbye has been hard, harder than I ever imagined. What next? What new phase of our life awaits us? The condo was ours. Our haven. A place that we had created and called "home" in the truest sense of the word. And now we have no place to call ours. We are blessed, certainly to be able to live with my parents until we find a home. They are gracious and give us our space. But even in the best of times....sleeping down the hall from your parents, as a married couple is not ideal. So we wait and we look for our next home. A home that will have hallways that collect our tears and echo of our laughter.

signing the "sold" documents