So. We kinda did things backwards.
Back in October, we bought a house. Then we moved into it.
THEN we got our old house ready to sell. We listed it in January.
Amazingly, and thankfully, it sold in an incredible five days.
We closed on it this past Monday.
I admit that still owning that other house has kept me a bit distracted for the past few months. Though I wasn’t there every day, it was always on my mind. I stopped by regularly to check on things, do a quick vacuum, make sure everything was still humming along properly. And I thought quite a bit about how nice it would be when we finally sold it and didn’t have to think about it anymore.
So here we are; it’s sold.
And yes, it IS a relief. It’s good to be a one-house family again.
But I confess that Monday was a bit bittersweet.
Though we’d been living in our new house for several months, the old house was still there. It was still accessible, still ours. The swingset (enjoyed by many kids), the basement we finished, the rooms full of memories… were right there.
And though I know we take the memories with us, it was still just a teeny bit hard to slide the key and the garage door openers across the table to the new owners…to very firmly close the door on that chapter of our lives.
C.(13) and I had a little “camp out” at the old house two weekends ago. We packed our air beds and sleeping bags, a board game and our books, and headed to the old house for one last evening. We played a game and talked about some of our best times at the house. We got our beds ready, settled in with our books, and fell asleep.
It was a bit strange. The house — empty and yet full of strange echoes and creaks that we didn’t notice before — felt different. But we were both glad we took that little adventure. It provided some nice closure for the two of us, admittedly the more sentimental ones in the family.
This past Sunday, all four of us descended upon the old house for one last time. We removed paint cans, cleaning supplies, a few last tools. We swept out the garage, and checked the yard for random wind-blown garbage.
L.(5) played on the swings and marched around the backyard. C. took pictures from every angle imaginable.
It was good. We were preparing the house for its new owners and saying our goodbyes.
The new owners are very nice. They were so excited about closing on the house, making it their own. At the closing, they told us more than once how much they were looking forward to moving in, listed the various features that made them fall in love with the house. Assured us they would take good care of it.
It was exactly what I needed to hear.
As I read back over this blog post, I wondered if it comes across as a wee bit melodramatic. If it does, that’s okay. We enjoyed nearly seven wonderful years in our old house. And though we love our new house, and are excited to create new memories here, to enjoy the next chapter together as a family… I think it’s okay to be just a tiny bit sad as we turn the page.
See my Wordless Wednesday post for a related picture. And thanks for reading!