Moving Out Of My Childhood Home

This week, I am moving out of the house that for the majority of my life, I grew up in.

My parents broke the news to me two months before I graduated college; they were selling the house and looking for a new place to call home. I couldn’t be mad at them, their reasoning was logical. However, I was upset at the thought of having to leave the place I grew up in, especially so close to graduation (a pivotal moment in my life for me).

I wasn’t really a part of the selling and house hunting process since I was away at school. However, one weekend when I went home to visit, my parents were also going to look at a house. I decided to go with them, and I ended up falling in love with it (and so did my parents). They decided to buy the house, and with our house already sold, it was official- we were moving.

The process of packing was a lot, especially for me since I was only home on the weekends because of work. I was determined more then ever to get rid of clothes and unnecessary items. I was proud of myself when I saw how much I was getting rid of, but that didn’t stop me from cringing at the amount I was still bringing with me. Maybe I’ll do another cleanse when unpacking? We’ll see.

The original expected move out date was to be August 16 only to be pushed back to the 20th. Up until that point, I was viciously packing my things in preparation of leaving. Only a couple days before the 20th arrived, we found out the date was pushed back once again (only this time they didn’t give us an exact date for when we would close and be out and in the new house).

I will admit, that part of the process was annoying. I was tired of living out of, and being surrounded by boxes. By that point, the majority of my things were packed in bags or boxes, and I was not the type of person who could live out of boxes.

But finally, we were giving a closing and moving date and the day is approaching. By the end of this week I will be in the new house! I am beyond excited, but also a little saddened. This is a big transition period in my life, many things are changing, and leaving my childhood home is one of those things. I’m not the greatest when it comes to change, but I remind myself that change is part of life. All I can do is keep moving forward and accept that this change will be for the better!