I have always embraced change. I’ve been good at going with the flow, finding the positive and making lemonade out of lemons for most of my life. But I’ve noticed as I’ve gotten older, change seems to be more surprising, challenging and less exciting. The prospect of starting over has always been a great option, except when you’re happy with where you are in life, the change seems daunting. I know change is inevitable, which is why I never fight it… but I don’t always have to be happy about it
It looks like we will be moving to the suburbs of Houston. This came as a big surprise to me and Charlie. While we like that part of the country, we still think of the northeast as our home. After all, I’m just a girl from Brooklyn. 10 years ago when we sold our house and made the change to move with Brooke and Rakib, we also made a commitment to be a generational family - our own “village”. While we do have options, we feel it’s best to be near family- we look out for and help each other. And on their end, it is probably even more of a challenge for them - taking our needs and happiness into consideration in their decisions. I recognize this. And so we are moving and they have our full support and cooperation.
I have already gotten into the mindset of “ what we do not need to take”. Even with my minimalist approach to living, things still have a way of creeping in and then, of course, I live with the anti-minimalist who has a problem getting rid of anything. But, he’s actually getting better… finally getting rid of old papers and gifting his children whatever jewelry and old silver coins we came across, assorted furniture and a boat. Although Brooke has repeatedly commented they will be hiring packers to take care of everything - I want to at get rid of excess. I’m sure they’ll be plenty that will slip through the cracks. I’ve given assorted things away on our local “ buy nothing” site. I feel I need to go through everything- and although we are moving sooner than later, we should have enough time to go through our things without getting too stressed.
So where are we going? We will be moving to Cypress, TX; it’s about 25 miles northwest of Houston. Our kids took a weekend trip down to the area a couple of weeks ago and toured several homes for sale. There were many they liked, ultimately offered on one but were turned down. Now our home’s open house is this weekend and they will wait to see if they get an offer before bidding on another home in Cypress.
There has been a lot whirling around in my brain. It’s getting better as we make decisions and start to work towards our packing goals. I have decided to sell my car; I feel sad to let it go but it was something I was considering anyway.
The exact future is uncertain but in the words of my 8-1/2 year old granddaughter in response to questioning her mom about the move “ Well, I’m just going to have to trust you”. I couldn’t have said it better!
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