For those of you who visited my home in the Black Forest, you understand the tears of the last few days. The house is sold. I have such mixed emotions from letting go of such a beautiful home. I’ll never forget Dean’s remark when we started the first remodel project saying that he thought I loved it when we bought it, and I replied I loved the potential. There were a lot of changes made over the years, and each one made it more and more special to me, as did the holidays with the kids and grandkids and smores in the fire place. It feels like letting go of such a dear part of me. I regularly saw deer, moose, squirrels, coyotes, one bobcat, one bear, hummingbirds, blue birds, owls, hawks, and numerous other friends in the forest. That is the hardest part to give up.
I thought the Black Forest place was my “forever home.” Turns out I was wrong. That makes me reluctant to put as much of myself into this new home I live in now, partially because of the pain of leaving something I loved so much, and partially because I realize that I don’t know what a “forever home” is supposed to feel like. Maybe there is no such thing. All I know is that despite having several projects in mind to improve this current home, I have “slowed my roll” as a friend used to say. A little time and perspective never hurts.
I chose being close to family, (and traveling more) over holding onto the old place. I know it’s the right choice, a new chapter as one friend pointed out. Without that house to worry about, I am going to travel more, starting this fall. Future blogs will come from different parts of the country. This first trip coming up should be a good test case. Thanks for the memories, dear Black Forest and friends. I won’t ever forget.
and so I go…