The Monday Snapshot: Over and Out Edition

Our house got packed by three nice men--a 20-year-old, a 35-year-old, and a 60-year-old--end of last week in two quick days. We all watched as the big blue-and-white truck drove away.

Overall, I'm feeling strangely unsentimental. There have been a lot of tears over the past year about moving, mostly because I'm sad not to be living so close to my parents, but none now. I think because we'll be so close and I know we'll visit often. And because everything about what we're doing is so good and positive...a city (a small one, but still...) which we'll enjoy, we're in the West and my husband having a job is going to be so great after 4 years of him being in school and we're excited about our house and everything New Mexico has to offer.

There are memories that bubble up, though.

Like how we lived off sandwiches and salads and takeout for weeks while the refrigerator was in our dining room and our kitchen was being completely redone.

And how the first fall we lived there I went to visit my best friend in Seattle and came back to our bedroom painted egg yolk yellow.

"What's this?" I asked my husband.

"Yeah, I hate it," he said.

"So why is the entire room this color?"

"I did it in the middle of the night, and I wasn't sure about the color, but I kept going. And then in the sunlight, I knew it was all wrong."

(We repainted it a soft butter yellow that I love, but I have to laugh about having to paint the entire room twice.)

And my Tinkerbell key to the front door, I remember having it cut the summer we moved in...the key that my husband is having me give to our new renters instead of keeping for myself.

("The girl is totally artsy like you," he said. "She'll appreciate it.") 

And also, wandering through our packed house, I marvel over the fact that there are boxes that say "Baby's Room" on them...for so many years, I thought that would never come to pass...

Maybe because we are renting the house...I don't think we'll ever live there again, but the fact that we still own it makes everything feel less than final and thus me less emotional.

Crazy how much things are changing. Feeling really excited...

XOXO

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