We’ve decided to sell our home and embark on a new journey. I can already hear your thoughts. You must be envious of the prospect of packing up a house that has been our sanctuary for six years, all while managing the comings and goings of three children. But let me assure you, it’s a complex and emotional process.
“The aim is to create an environment that feels like the potential buyers’ home, not yours,” a real estate agent advised me pragmatically.
I start by having the carpets professionally cleaned and scrub away the grime from the walls. The streaks of nail polish, the smudges from tiny hands, and the errant crayon marks all come off, thankfully.
I organize the closets, donate furniture, and dispose of expired snacks like applesauce and breakfast bars. I gather stray coins (my husband’s), LEGO pieces (the kids’), and travel-sized toiletries (mine). I pack away the baby clothes and sleep sacks we no longer need, until I stumble upon precious memories.
I uncover an old photograph my partner took of me just hours before he proposed. My gaze is cast downward, deep in thought over which VHS (! ) tape to select at a video rental store (remember those?). I find myself reminiscing about our carefree twenties, flat-bellied and happy. I linger on the photo for a moment, and for reasons unknown, I leave it on my dresser.
I stow away picture frames that showcase our boys—some featuring cherubic baby faces that feel like a distant memory, while others capture the mischievous grins of toddlers. I tuck away their cherished bedtime stories, pack up the “daily sheets” from daycare—each one a testament to their growth. I place the water table out for collection on trash day, recalling the joyful splashes the boys made during summer play, now cracked from this winter’s chill.
I purge my closet, discarding the skinny jeans, which feels liberating. I finally throw away my old law school notes but keep that overly optimistic college essay on The Social Contract, tucked away under the bed.
I decide to part with the rocking chair my mother used when I was a baby—its broken arm signaling that it’s time to let go. I clean and organize, striving to make it seem as if we never lived here. But the truth is, we did.
This is the carpet where my sons learned to crawl and take their first steps. These hallways echoed with the soft steps of soothing our newborns. That roof deck was our refuge during sultry summer nights when my spirited firstborn needed the calm of the outdoors. There’s the front stoop where I spent countless lovely days during maternity leave, embracing solitude.
The scratch on the boys’ bedroom door? It’s from a tantrum that left a mark, while the scuffs on the kitchen cabinets tell stories of bike rides through our home. This staircase? It’s where I labored for the first time, counting contractions that marked the beginning of our family journey.
That front door? We passed through it with each of our newborns, bringing them home from the hospital just blocks away. And that rocking chair? It cradled each of my sons while “Baby Mine” played softly in the background.
Now, we move forward. I recognize it will be beneficial—a new state, new schools, new careers, fresh friendships, and a new chapter in our lives. Yet, I’ll miss these playgrounds, these familiar streets, and how my children have memorized the route from home to school. There’s something special about passing neighbors who feel like family.
Through this process of cleaning and letting go, I’ve realized that it’s not the four walls that define home. What we’ve built here—our family, our memories—will always be with us. It’s not about physical possessions or locations; it’s about who we’ve become and carrying that with us wherever we go.
For now, we’ll attempt to frame our house as someone else’s future home. But in our hearts? This place will always be ours.
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In summary, while moving can be a challenging experience filled with nostalgia, it ultimately represents a new beginning. The memories we hold dear will accompany us as we navigate this next chapter of our lives.
Keyphrase: Moving and Transitioning
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