Packing Up

I wrote this ages ago and just never got it posted.  It's a little sad but definitely something I want to remember.  

We've been packing up the house.  Taking all the pictures off the wall, and boxing everything up.  That's the hard thing about moving.  The boxes get packed and everything changes.  All that is left is memories and relationships.  Leaving Virginia is bitter sweet.  We're ready to move on to a new job for Heber, ready to be closer to family, and on to a new adventure. 

The house won't show that Leo lived here, learned to walk here, that we learned to be parents here.  The next tenants won't know that we brought our first baby home from the hospital here.  It won't show the hard times we overcame and the lessons we learned.  It won't show all the laughter and good times.  Or all the people who ate around our table.  It will go back to being empty and then filled with the next person's life.

It's hard to leave behind what we've built here.  The friends we've learned to rely on like family and the communities we joined.  I know we're moving on to a new adventure but I have to take a moment to realize all the good that happened here, all the lessons we learned and the people we became.