Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.
Change is hitting me hard.
This weekend we went to WV to pack up my grandmother's house. I miss her. And being in her house with pictures missing on the walls and packing up her things is a smack in the face with the reality that she's gone.
Andy and I were blessed to be given many things from her house for our new house. A blessing that was also very hard -- it's hard to "take" my grandmother's things. At the same time, she wanted them to be taken by family. She would be so happy that lots of her family has her things.
Afterwards, I came home to my mom's and Andy went to his house - and we both began packing up our lives. You see we've both lived in our houses for more than 15 years. I moved out for a year in college but it was a temporary thing where I kept a room at home. Even when Andy & I moved to Harrisonburg for 6 months we both kept our rooms at our houses. So, I'm going through letters from middle school, yearbooks and papers. I'm getting rid of clothes and packing up shoes. Really, it's the end of an era. This chapter of our life has to end to begin the new one... but that doesn't come without tears. Change is scary.
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