Dusty and I shut the door to our first home for the last time last night at about 11 p.m. I spent all four days of my long weekend hauling boxes. I am sore and have more bruises than I care to count, but I feel accomplished.
I have shed many tears this weekend that have helped cleanse me of my emotions. It seemed like every corner of the house had memories - how excited we were to move in, painting the kitchen together, bringing our daughter home. As painful as packing up my whole life has been, it's almost a sense of closure. Not complete closure, but one step closer to the next chapter in my life.
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