The Beginning of Goodbye

Today I woke up thinking wow, this is my last Saturday in this house.

When I attach an emotion to an item or a place, it's VERY hard for me to let it go. I'm like this with a box of memories I have in the garage where I have notes that Abby and I passed to eachother in class our Freshman year, stories I've written since I was 8 years old (such as The Frog and the Hightops). I also could never part with my curtains, or the bowls that Jon and I fought over when we were registering for our wedding.
I emotionally attach to places such as Disney World or Paris so that no matter the reality of those places, they will always be magical to me.

My house is something that is special to me.
Jon and I bought it right before we had our 1 year anniversary and a few days after moving in, I found out I was pregnant with Lyric.
We've had countless dinner parties, get togethers, play dates and fun in this living room.
I've brought both my babies home to this house and sat up in the middle of the night nursing them on the couch I'm sitting on now.
I remember the first winter after we moved in here, Jon and I dragged our mattress into the dining room, made a fire, ate ice cream in bed and fell asleep in front of the warm fireplace.

I love this house.

Saying goodbye to this house represents saying goodbye to the life we made while living in Texas.
There are moments when I want to just go ahead and leave already. Embrace the change full on and ride out the wave of emotion I know will come with that change.
But then other times, like last night, when Jon and I are sitting in our almost vacant living room. Nothing on the walls, most everything packed or in disarray, and we both just sat in here and cried. We cried over the memories we've had in this house and cried with the knowledge of how tough it's going to be to move. We love our life here. We LOVE our life here.
But we know it's time to move on.