Recently I moved homes. No, this is not the first move I’ve ever made, far from it. It’s not even the first time I’ve bought and sold a home.
Yet, this time was different.
A lot of work was done to get the old house ready for sale. We had to paint, fix some things, hire some people, purge, purge some more, purge again, and then clean.
The majority of the summer was spent doing the first few things, and if I’m being honest, I didn’t really contribute. My job was to purge, clean, and maintain.
It was a lot of work, and I’m simplifying here.
Then we had to find a realtor, and that was more complicated than I thought it would be.
I feel we made the right choice, and if I had to do it all over again, I’d choose the same realtor. She was lovely and kind, and honest about everything.
During the time the house was being prepped for sale, I was also on a mission to find the right home to purchase. Since we were moving so far away, I needed a different realtor for house shopping, one that knew the area, and the ins and outs of rural life.
Once again, this wasn’t an easy process, but we did find someone we liked and trusted.
After this infinitely long process, we finally sold our home and bought another, and found a lawyer to handle all the paperwork.
There were a few breakdowns, but overall, I feel I handled my mental health extremely well throughout the whole ordeal.
Of course, the day we were moving out of the old home and I was saying goodbye to friends and teachers at my kids’ school, I had an epic meltdown, witnessed by several classrooms of little kids.
Kudos to the man (my daughter’s old teacher) who got me through that trying time. Mr. Hanna, you handled that like a champ!
Big Wins Through Adjustments
I love the house we bought, and I have no regrets over the choices we made thus far, but leaving Burlington was so much harder than I thought it would be.
I miss my friends. I miss knowing people at my kids’ school. I miss Zumba. I miss occasional random coffee dates.
There are things I don’t miss. Like the noise, cars, traffic, pollution, and overall lack of trees. Being able to see into a dozen backyards from my own backyard.
I don’t miss that.
Surprisingly there are conveniences that I don’t have anymore, but I don’t miss them either. Like the mail coming right to my house. Now I have to walk for 15 minutes to get to my mailbox, and another 15 back.
Before I could go for groceries whenever I wanted, no matter how little I really needed. Now I have to plan a trip to the grocery store, and if anything is forgotten, we do without for a week.
I also can’t call for delivery. I’m on the fence with this one.
I miss this convenience, because it was so great to be able to call for food whenever I wanted, and have it delivered to my house, or I could drive to pick it up in 5-10 minutes.
I miss this. And yet I really don’t.
Without having the option to call someone else to bring me food, I’ve learned to make it myself. I’m eating healthier and saving money – so this is a win win.
It’s Okay to Still Feel Lost a Little
The bottom line is, I’m still adjusting to life up north, and I still miss life in the south.
Because of this adjustment, I haven’t really taken the time to acknowledge the achievement of the move itself. Parts of me feel, like I didn’t handle it well at all.
The whole process took about 5 weeks from when we put the house on the market to when we sold. And another 4-5 weeks to when we moved.
Really, that’s short. Short and quick. It did NOT feel this way as we lived through all those weeks.
I probably lost years off my life due to all the stress.
But I did it. I survived. And I came out ahead.
So it’s time for me to acknowledge that. I need to celebrate this victory, no matter how stressful it was at the time, I survived!
It’s time I give myself a pat on the back.
It really is ok that it wasn’t smooth. It’s ok that I got stressed. It’s ok that it wasn’t perfect. And yes, it’s even ok that I had a meltdown in an elementary school.
Nothing really goes according to plan, and even when it does, there are some hiccups along the way.
And it’s ok. It’s worth acknowledging, celebrating, and letting go.
I wrote this today as a reminder to myself, but I’m wondering now, if anyone else needs a little reminder too…