Today was a big day. Today I walked out of my first home I ever owned and closed the front door for the final time. I have so many emotions playing out but I think I'm just sad. Sad of what was and won't ever be. Missing Mike tremendously and feeling so alone. Remembering the very last time I saw him walk out that door. Thinking he would be ok. Thinking the doctor's would take care of him and never even imagining that he wouldn't be alive when I got to the hospital. It hurts. My heart hurts and aches for him. This was our family home and today I said goodbye for the final time.
But, while I'm aching for what used to be, I have started a new chapter and I'm feeling good about it. Still scared of the future and if I'm making the right decisions and always thinking, "What would Mike do?" We moved to Houston. Been here for about a month and a half now. I've been painfully looking for a new home and wasn't finding anything. Just when I was starting to think I had made a huge mistake by moving and was trying to back track, God provided, yet again, and in a HUGE way. I found this home:
It's GORGEOUS inside. It's literally as close to my dream home as I'm ever going to get on one income. It overwhelms me with how much I'm in love with it! I'm currently under contract, the inspection completed- repairs requested and he agreed, and now just waiting for the financing to all be completed. It's nerve-wracking for sure, but I love this house sooooo much!!
So...here we are. 30 years old. 2 beautiful, amazing, three year old kids. A new city. Soon to be new home. A new job-maybe even a newer job to come. Moving forward and starting fresh. Here's to Chapter 2....
