Season of change
It wasn't enough to try one new thing a day (which I didn't even come close to, but, eh, I believe in grace), we decided to sell our house of 20 years and move further from our jobs.
I believe most rational people would have stayed in the home they loved, in a community where they felt safe, where their jobs were just a few minutes away. We chose to live differently. We found a home in a peaceful beach community about 45 minutes away and here we are. Does it make sense? Probably not.
The journey to get to "here" has been difficult - selling, negotiating, downsizing, sifting through 20 years of memories. The home where we raised our kids in, had birthday parties, graduation parties, loved, fought, and made-up. Our first dog, a sweet, patient, blond lab, rescued from the Houston SPCA, that watched our daughter grow, is buried in the back corner of the yard. Our kids spent their summers lifeguarding down the street. Many days I was filled with doubt, leaving behind memories. Yet, we felt such a pull, a calling, to move.
Wanting to see it from other points of view, I sought out input from very few people. I find it helpful to see it from a different perspective. I don't even pretend to have all the answers. Some were very affirming and others were not. I appreciate those who answer honestly from the heart.
Is this new place perfect? No, but it's good, really good. Has it been uncomfortable? Extremely and that's why we did it. We have seen our parents settle into a routine and not grow beyond. This is our stand to continue to grow. This is our new normal and we are embracing uncomfortable.
I believe most rational people would have stayed in the home they loved, in a community where they felt safe, where their jobs were just a few minutes away. We chose to live differently. We found a home in a peaceful beach community about 45 minutes away and here we are. Does it make sense? Probably not.
The journey to get to "here" has been difficult - selling, negotiating, downsizing, sifting through 20 years of memories. The home where we raised our kids in, had birthday parties, graduation parties, loved, fought, and made-up. Our first dog, a sweet, patient, blond lab, rescued from the Houston SPCA, that watched our daughter grow, is buried in the back corner of the yard. Our kids spent their summers lifeguarding down the street. Many days I was filled with doubt, leaving behind memories. Yet, we felt such a pull, a calling, to move.
Wanting to see it from other points of view, I sought out input from very few people. I find it helpful to see it from a different perspective. I don't even pretend to have all the answers. Some were very affirming and others were not. I appreciate those who answer honestly from the heart.
Is this new place perfect? No, but it's good, really good. Has it been uncomfortable? Extremely and that's why we did it. We have seen our parents settle into a routine and not grow beyond. This is our stand to continue to grow. This is our new normal and we are embracing uncomfortable.
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