Today I had to tell my neighbors I am moving. I put a deposit on my new temporary home today…
These neighbors of mine… Oh, my heart… I’ve lived in this home for 17 years and we have all become like family. We have watched each other’s children and grandchildren grow up. We have been there for each other through illnesses, births, marriage and family deaths. We have shared meals and sentiments… We have lived life together.
Moving is bittersweet for sure. While I am excited to be starting this next chapter of my life, it is always hard when something you treasure is coming to a close. To me, it almost feels not like a chapter, but more like a book itself is ending. The novel that has been my life the last 17 years is changing forever…
There will be no more early morning coffee. There will be no evening conversations in the yard after work. There will be no more New Year’s Day black eyed peas delivered hot and fresh to your door. There will be no more questions of ‘how are you?’ and ‘what flag is that?’. There will be no more dinners shared when you make too much. There will be no more phone calls to ‘come over right quick’… So many things I am going to miss…
A book may be ending, but family is forever. And these people are a part of my family… And even though I am moving away, I know I will see them when I come to visit my kids. Rest assured, I will hug an extra few seconds each time I do.
My kids are getting more than just the house. They’re getting a neighborhood of really great people. People who will be there in good and bad. People who have will have their back and watch their six. People who truly care how they are. People I am going to miss each and every day.
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