Moving has never been a very emotion event for me. Even when I moved out of my mom’s house for college I was too excited to be sad and I knew that I would be returning to that home another time.
This move was extremely emotional for me – far more emotional than I was expecting. Since moving away from home, my stay in this house was the longest I had lived someplace: a whole 2 years. Seems silly to get attached to a place in only 2 years, right?
But those couple of years hold so many memories for me, and for Matt and I. Matt lived in this house for another 2 years before my roommate and I moved in, so I have been in and out of it for the last 3.5 years or so. It is where I have BBQed with roommates and friends, watched 4th of July fireworks from the roof, and had some crazy themed parties. But more than anything, I feel like the house is an important part of our relationship. It is where we hung out after dates and had backyard picnics. Where we first started to live together and where we celebrated our engagement.
The night before we moved Matt and I shared a quiet moment in the hammock beneath the orange trees. And I lost it. Up until that point I had only teared up here and there but sitting in my favorite spot with my favorite person while getting ready to say goodbye to the house was too much for me. There was a lot of ugly crying. I know that it sounds silly but that house meant so much to me and saying goodbye was extremely difficult.
But now we’re on a new adventure with a new (but temporary) house. And then in December we’ll move again…hopefully for good.
Have you had an emotional move before? What made it difficult?
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