A Sad Move

Wow! It has been a super long time since I last posted on this one so, since I remember what I dreamed about last night, I'll tell you all.  It was sad. In last night's dream, my hubby and I bought a new house.  It was quick, which I remember thinking how rushed it felt in my dream.  We looked at a house and, even though I wasn't thrilled with it, we bought it.  I was annoyed that, despite our lesson learned with our real life house, our new house in my dream also didn't have a basement.  And, please don't think me a materialistic lady but, about a year and a half or 2 ago, we got our kitchen counters made over.  We have the MOST beautiful granite counter tops now and, I was sad to have a new home without our beautiful granite.  It took us about 5 years to find our granite.  Mostly because we would look for brief moments of time, get frustrated, stop looking and go for a year before we started looking again.  So, we put some time and effort into finding the perfect, most beautiful granite and, to leave it behind in this house has always made me want to stay in this house for the rest of my life.  So, I'm not entirely surprised that it would touch me in my dream as well.  And, finally...I was sad to be leaving my house for a new one because I would be leaving my first house behind.  I would be leaving 10 years of memories behind.  I would be leaving the home in which we raised our dog, Frizbee, from a puppy to an old man whom we only very recently had to send to Heaven.  I would be leaving the house in which I lived for a year as a fiancee and have lived the last 9 years as a bride.  I would be leaving every giggle, hearty laugh, tear and sob for the past 10 years behind.  Family get togethers, friendly gatherings and basically, a decade of my life.  Now, I know it isn't the first move I've made.  Heck, I moved from Ohio to Georgia so, I could handle it and, I really do fancy myself someone who adapts to change amazingly.  I am always up for an adventure, which is why the move from Ohio to Georgia was a pretty easy move for me to make.  But, maybe as I approach 40 years of age, I am starting to feel my roots a little more than I did in my late 20's.  Who knows?  All I know is that I have carried that dream around in my head today and, it has had me a bit unsettled.


For now, I am happily Home Sweet Home!