So to speak.

As I mentioned, I went to Atlanta this weekend to try to sell my furniture so that the renters can move in on Friday! What? wow that was quick! Well, that’s what I said anyway.

I drove to my house Friday and it hit me, this was going to be the last two nights I was going to spend in that house.That was a big revelation. 

I keep hearing that I can always go back and I can, but…I live in Denver now and really like it and if I moved back to Georgia, i don’t think I’d live in Loganville, I’d live closer to downtown, ITP or Inside The Perimeter. But..as I said, i like Colorado and I don’t see myself moving back, I feel at home there.

In addition, the house has been rented, for at least a year, hopefully two, maybe even longer or maybe at some point it will get sold, but I don’t live there anymore. I had been ok packing last year, I don’t think I really had time to get emotional, it was all happening so quickly. This time, I was still moving fast, but over the last year, I’ve spent a bunch of time at the house and now, that’s not going to happen anymore. 

When I packed last year, I didn’t feel anything sad, i was moving to something new and I had already removed most evidence of the wasband. This time, it was a little weird. I was taking things down for the last time and as I did that, the walls got more bare and things started to hit me a little. Nothing major, just a little here and there. There were one or two moments as I was packing things or moving them I thought to myself, “if it wasn’t for the wasband, I wouldn’t be here doing this or by myself” and then i got over that post haste. 

I can tell you seeing the walls bare was a little unsettling, almost as if the life I built never happened, like a clean slate. But then I think about being in Colorado and Michigan and all the amazing experiences I had in Georgia and that house and what my life is like now and I’m happy. 

And the best part…I will have more financial freedom, I say that I work a corporate job to pay for my house and to a certain extent that is true. When I go to Atlanta, I will be able to couch surf and see all my friends and family that I want and not have to worry about checking on the house or driving all the way out there. There have been some very bright spots.

Luckily, I had to rush to get to the airport or I probably would have thought about it even more, but I have my memories and a whole mess o’stuff! besides, it was just a shell, it’s what we put into it that counts. And, as my friend JSAC says, “It’s all good”