I'm moving 2 weeks from today. Granted, I'm only moving about 8 houses away. But, I'm moving. Moving away from my adorable little rent house which I've occupied for the past 27 months.
That little white house represents a period of my life when I became, well, me. When I spent times sobbing harder than I've ever cried in my life, and also times when I experienced things I never imagined possible. It represents loss and heartbreak. It represents rebuilding and growth. It represents my independence, yet also my need for companionship and acceptance. It represents learning that I will always land on my feet, that I deserve to be happy and that I will never truly be lonely.
It's hard to even comprehend how different I am today versus the day I moved in. And yet I'm still just as much the same. (And that's just fine with me.)
By the way, my friend Barbara posted this yesterday and I love it.
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." Anatole France
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Wow...hard to believe it's almost time. Can't wait to see the new place in its finished glory!!!
i love it, erin! i you. good luck with your move... and the new season of your life. i can't wait to hear what it brings you.
can't wait to see it!!!!
You know, I just decided to check out all that's going on in your life and there I see that quote that has resonated so much for me. You are an amazing person. I can't get over all that you do and embrace - you are a true bon vivant. Congratulations on you rnew home. Here's to peace and happiness. Barbara
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