The moving "adventure" is coming to a close. The home I “left” is where we
shared family gatherings, birthdays, cooked meals, watched football games,
helped the boy’s with homework and shared special loving moments. It was not merely a house; it was a place
bulging with memories. I was ready to
leave BUT it was VERY TOUGH to walk away.
There was a part of me that felt as
though I was leaving a part of my heart behind. I have quickly come to realize that I never left
the past life behind. I have brought my past
life, the wonderful memories and those legacies of love with me. Even with those memories, there is the
reality that his presence is MIA.
So I have officially moved into a new house in a new
state with “some” new things and I cried? Still happy for the move but very sad to
be doing this without Tim. This journey
was meant for the two of us and now it is just me. Down to just me.... WOW…
HUGE reality check. I have found that this period in time has
been incredibly difficult because let's face it -- I have been forced out of a life that that I never asked to leave.
