There used to be a lot of love and laughter in this home. This home meant a lot to me. I thought it was going to mean forever.
I remember having the feeling that this home was going to be right the minute I saw it online. At that point, our first house had sold and we had seen probably 30 other properties that just doesn’t feel right. As soon as we pulled up, I knew I wanted this house. The swing set in the backyard made me want to start a family here.
It has been a fairly rough road, starting a family. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but I felt a positive energy from this house and it felt like a new beginning. Just a month after moving in, I found out I was pregnant. I stood in the backyard in disbelief. I was joyful, scared, grateful and panicked at the same time.
This house had magic. I actually negotiated the swing set into the purchase of the house. I knew I wanted to raise kids here. The neighborhood was quiet but friendly, and there were so many great parks and playgrounds near by.
And so, in the beginning, this house had a lot of love. And that love grew boundless when I had my daughter. It was a love I didn’t know existed inside of myself. But there she was, staring right back at me. My little love.
And the house became different. It was filled with love, but less laughter, and quite a few tears. I didn’t know how to manage my postpartum anxiety. I didn’t even know I had a problem until many years later. It seems so obvious, looking back, but I was trapped inside my head, and I couldn’t see the love around me fading.
And eventually that love left. And I didn’t know it until it was decided, told to me, and moved out. I didn’t have a say. That love had met another love. And my life was changed forever.
But my daughter and I stayed in this house. This was our home. I read her stories every night in this house. I couldn’t dare imagine not living in the only home she’s ever known.
Things changed within the house. Pictures were taken down or replaced. Furniture moved around. But the love remained. Only now it was just the two of us.
I fought for a long time to keep the house. I didn’t want my daughter to lose her home. But in the end, I wasn’t able to keep it. And that devastated me. I felt such guilt for having to move my daughter.
And so the house was listed, and days later it was under contract.
And again the house has changed. Furniture and things are being sold or moved out. There are more boxes than places to sit.
It’s hard to disconnect from a house like this. It was meant to be a forever kind of home.
I was lucky enough to find another home. It’s small and sweet and a lovely couple is renting it to me. It doesn’t have the kind of kitchen or yard my daughter is used to. But damn, the new house is going to be filled with so much love. I can feel it.
I have less than a week now in this house. I’m overwhelmed and scared and panicked about all the packing left to do. I feel the anxiety creeping up when I look around at all my stuff and where it will go in the new house. I’ve had to part with most of it.
As long as there is love, I know my daughter and I will be okay. And as for laughter, well that girl makes me smile all the time.
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