I love your brain

The move is official. We’ve found a place to land and escrow closed on our house. We have until early September to pickup thirty odd years of life at our beloved house – our home. We brought our son home to this house almost twenty-five years ago. We had our first kiss at this house almost thirty years ago. We’ve built a life in this house and compiled endless memories at this house.

It will be hard to say farewell, actually goodbye since the reality of a two bedroom, one bath house having life as such in 2026 is dire. The house will be knocked down and turned into a two-story massive structure. It might be tasteful as some that have been built on our street. It will certainly use up every available inch of space. We hope they’ll keep our pool. We added the pool almost ten years ago for Cole to have regular access to swimming. It’s the lone activity that allows his body to experience free movement and it’s become such a lovely family time for the three of us to sink into the warmth of the water and sun on weekends, floating and dancing to our various “swim” playlists. (Happily, this will continue in our rental as it too has a pool).

Now that it’s official, we have the daunting task of packing up our lives. My approach is going to be as unsentimental as humanly possible. We’ve amassed a lifetime of things, both needed and not. I see it as an opportunity to lighten our lives. We can travel a bit more thoughtfully as we journey into this next chapter. We’ve realized we have some pieces of furniture that have lived in our garage for decades that can be now repurposed and perhaps refurbished, rather than making big purchases to fill space and need. It feels comforting to take familiar, loved things into our rental house but also exciting to see how they can be set up in different ways to fill the new rooms.

The wannabe interior designed in me is beyond motivated to create a home for us that feels like us in a space that wasn’t initially designed or created by us. It’s a little strange to move into someone else’s “bones”, bones to be fleshed out by our collection of life.

Today we have a chance to get back inside for an hour to take measurements and take more specific note of all of the rooms and assets and needs. I tossed and turned all night – nerves and excitement wrestling in my brain. I had strange dreams about sunken rooms that Cole could not access and other people’s things in closets and on walls. Nerves and excitement wrestling in my brain…