It's taking us a long time, making this home truly our own. For a while, we wondered if we should just move away...leave the bad memories behind and start over somewhere new. But walking away from the bad would also mean leaving the good. There were many good memories made here too. We remember happy days spent down by the river, sledding parties on the back hill, arbor day trees each child planted in kindergarten that are now huge and green in the side yard. Echoes of "Meet me at C3" still ring in my mind, memories from the summer the kids named favorite locations on the property to meet during their outdoor games.
I promised my children roots. I always wanted a stable home for them - a place for them to gather with friends throughout their teen years, a place to come back to between college years, a place to bring their own spouses and children to one day for family gatherings. Walking away now would mean pulling up those roots and abandoning my dreams of that stable home.
Instead, we've chosen to stay and make it our own. For the first year everything remained untouched, frozen in time like our own lives. This year, we started getting rid of the clutter. How refreshing it was to box up and throw things out, taking charge like we OWN the place! Finally! At the beginning, we had to give ourselves permission to change even the smallest thing. Now, the sky is the limit. Move the plants? Sure. Paint the walls? Absolutely! Rethink the furniture? You bet!
Each change brings a better outlook, new hopes, new dreams and visions of a better future. I'm glad we didn't run away...I'm glad we chose to keep our memories and make new ones here. I'm glad we're making it our own.
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