The Dismantling of a Life
“Took my love, took it down…
climbed a mountain and I turned around…
and I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills…
but the landslide brought me down.” ~ Stevie Nicks, Landslide (Fleetwood Mac)
The boxes are packed, the furniture moved and all that is left is dust bunnies and indentations where the furniture used to sit.
The remnants of a life. A life I once loved. A life that is no more.
I built my house 11 years ago. I watched them pour the slab; watched the walls take shape and made this house become a home. I welcomed my youngest son here. Had lots of good and not so good times here. Painted every single one of the walls in here.
Now this house is no longer my home. I thought I would be sad, but surprisingly I am not.
It’s time to move on.
And with an aching heart, my fears of failure firmly in my hip pocket, my boys at my side, and new memories to make in my new house, I shut the door.
…and I don’t look back.
Because it’s time to move on.
I am ready.