Nostalgic

If I were to describe myself to someone, nostalgic would not be a word that I would normally choose. I've never been that way. I threw away all of my old boyfriend's letter's when I got married, I rented my wedding dress, and I am constantly cleaning out my house of things that are not being used.
   But as I think about packing my house I start to get sad. I think about how I had my kids bedrooms painted with murals especially for them, or how they played with their toys in the front room. Or how they flooded the bathroom because they were playing in the bathtub. Or how my beautiful tree in the backyard turns a brilliant gold in the fall.
  I think the hardest thing to leave has little to do with my house though. It has to do with the people that surround my house that I won't see anymore. Everyone says they'll stay in touch but we all know it doesn't really happen that way. People get busy. It's no one's fault really, it just seems to happen. The people we have come to call friends are the most humble, kind, supportive, genuine people we have ever had the pleasure to know. Whenever I've needed someone to talk to, or help with corraling my animals, or turning off a smoke detector on a vaulted ceiling, or watching my kids so I could go to the doctor, or buying meals from me, they have always been there to help. There are some wonderful people here in Queen Creek.
      The next chapter promises to be even better though. I am so excited about being able to build a house which is a dream of mine. The ability to be closer to the kid's school, the amount of land that we get to have, and the possibilities of the property are all amazing and I am very grateful for these blessings. As the next faze of our life begins it's hard to not look back and get a little nostalgic. After all some of my worst and best times were spent in that house. So here's hoping to more of the "best times" and not too many "worst times" in our new home.