The big move and my second cross-country drive to California are fast approaching.
We signed the real estate closing papers with the relocation company this week. I’ve sold many of the items we will not need, use, nor want to move, and what didn’t sell will be donated for a tax deduction. My stress level is a bit elevated, but I’m working on keeping it in check by spacing out the things on my to-do list.
My boys will be with me Easter weekend for some quality time before the moving company begins packing April 1st. I’m praying the time with the boys isn’t too emotional. So far I’ve had what I would consider normal emotional moments but could completely begin sobbing easily. I really don’t want to do that, cause as good as a good cry is (releasing all those endorphins and all) crying gives me a headache and I hate feeling bad with a migraine.
So for now I’ll distract myself with the road trip planning.
Life is full of changes…. It’s what life’s about. How we adapt to the changes says a lot about who we are. I’m realizing I need more time to process big changes the older I get.
A year ago I sold the home I had lived in for 13 years. We (me, my ex-husband and our two boys) moved in when our youngest son was two and our oldest was about to begin kindergarten. They grew up in that house. It was a great house; I’d made it a home for them and fought to keep our home through the divorce of their father and me. There’s a lot of memories, the good outweigh the bad though.
This morning after visiting a friend in our former neighborhood I realized the house D and I have been living in for the past year was a transition necessary for me (mostly me) and D to be more open to relocating outside of the Mid-South. If the previous house was the house we are currently selling to move to California…….I’d be having a harder time than I am. Oh, I’ve had some emotional ups and downs but transition is the process necessary for change to occur. My friend and colleague Sue West has built a successful business Organizing for a Fresh Start helping folks with life changes and transitions just like this.
The realization this morning for me was this: the holder of memories is our mind, not a physical place or thing. The place (in my case, my old house) only reminds of me the memories.
California. It conjures up all kinds of images in one’s mind. I’m about to move to that state with my husband. Been to southern California; San Diego, LA and a few points in between, always wanted to go to San Fransisco…… well, now I’m going to be close, really close. This isn’t the first time I’ve moved far away to a place I’ve never visited and I hope it isn’t my last.