Moving Day

In a few days we'll be moving Mom out of our childhood home. I thought it wouldn't be a problem, seemed like a logical thing to do so why worry about it- just do it. But now as it is approaching... it is stirring up some unexpected emotions.

This house is not impressive, they've been renting it for years and what can I say- there was a time when admittingly I found it embarrassing. But that was before, before I became a Mother and realized what my parent's sacrificed for us. That house with its bright pink walls and 70's laminate floor was more full of love and comforts than any place I will likely visit again.

The memories... all the gatherings for Holidays and special events. I guess the time that stands out most to me is when we got the whole family together to announce that I was pregnant. No one knew we were really trying (shoot we weren't even sure but that's beside the point) . Then there were the typical moments you'd expect- the place we met up to go to Homecoming, Prom, getting ready for our Dance Recitals, all the parties- man there were alot of parties. That was where I met Captain Happenstance and where my childhood friends grew up with us.

It was the smallest house of everyone we knew, it was often not the cleanest house compared to the people we knew, but it was always the house everyone wanted to be at- even if I didn't. Funny how sometimes "we" are the last people to appreciate our blessings.

But mostly that was where my memories of my Dad are and I hate to feel like we're moving on. Dad got hurt and now is recovering at a long-term care facility. I don't know where his path to recovery will end and the uncertainty is hard to deal with- even more so for my Mom who has already lost so much.

One thing I know is that you can't take it with you, invest in your family and friends because the rest can be taken at any time. And if it is- that should be okay. The memories are yours forever anyway. Well I say that but my memory isn't the greatest- maybe it was all the drinking. Oh all the drinking- more memories from the house...

You can never go home never rang so true but I can say, at least we still have each other. It probably sounds like I'm sad but surprisingly things are starting to make sense to me in ways they hadn't in a long time. I know we'll get through this and so I won't get bogged down in saddness- I will do what I have to do, feel what I feel and I will enjoy all the good things in my life.