Bittersweet

It was a cold and rainy September day when I first walked into my town house on Redrome Circle. I was haphazardly looking for a place to live in the South Hills because I knew I couldn’t stomach another winter commute from the North Hills. Now, six and a half years later, I’ve m

oved back to the north.

It was difficult handing over my keys on Friday at the closing. The woman who bought it is the same age I was when I bought it. The memories of fun parties, buying furniture, eating cereal for dinner if I wanted, and days laying out on the deck flooded my mind. I was jealous that she was getting to start doing all of those things in MY house.

Then I started thinking about what lies ahead: Fun parties in a much bigger place, buying grown-up furniture, eating gourmet dinners (cereal sometimes) and laying out on the deck (Crate and Barrel chairs--not Ikea chairs).

I’ve already had dreams that I’m in the house packing up the last of my things and realize she’s sleeping in the upstairs room or that I hear the garage door open and know I’m not supposed to be there. I guess moving is strange that way…No matter what happens, you still feel connected to a place.

I want to say a special thank-you to Uncle Mark who really helped me out and sold my place in no time at all. It was a fun adventure!

Post closing, Kevin and I met to do some cake sampling (hint attached below) and picked up our rings—some fun Friday activities. I'm so happy it is all over with. One closing down and two to go before we are in our new house! :)