Well, we are moving. Where I don’t know yet but the house has been put up for sale. Of course my husband knows I can’t do a thing to help and he seems to be ok with that but I just hate it. I like things organized and clean but I can’t do any of those things. My parents will be by in a few weeks to help get some things packed so I can at least give them some direction and know they will follow it but the rest is up to my husband. Not fun at all!
I was able to toss a few things from the nursery into boxes and that’s when I got to thinking. Our son never got to spend one night in his nursery. I would walk by it and sometimes I would close the door and other times I would open it up. I kept his ashes in there, it seemed fitting at the time, and all the materials from the hospital and NICU. When things would get sad, I would head in there and cry. Now that room will be gone. On the one hand, maybe it’s a good thing. Time for new memories. On the other, I’m not ready to let that room go yet. It reminds me of him, it was meant for him. I’m sure he’ll understand but it’s still a hard move to make.
Goodbye old house.