This is our last day in California, my home for almost 30 years. My children were born here, I met and married my husband here. This day came after months of packing, cleaning, storing, and many prayers that this house would be sold.
We are moving to North Carolina into a brand new home in a new development. My cousin tells me I’m “brave”…am I? It’s hard to label how I feel about moving across the country but the word “brave” isn’t it - rather, the words “excitement, hopeful, and grateful” are closer to how I feel.
I’ve waited for this move for a long time. I grew up on the east coast and although I would not move back to where I grew up, I missed the real changes of season. I searched for fall colors every year and the thrill of seeing red, orange, and yellow leaves on the trees was almost nutty. My kids didn’t understand why their mom got excited over this, nor did they comprehend why I wanted to visit the snow every year, or talk about visiting the tulip or daffodil farm like they are field trips worthy of their time. Wintry mornings where your boots sank into the snow? Wearing mittens AND hats? Preposterous! Gracious, they have no idea what the seasons are.
Anyway, this is our last picture of us in front of our home in Rancho Cordova. It has kept us warm and safe for the last 14 years and I am so grateful. I hope the new owners love it the way it deserves to be loved.