Goodbye, Home Sweet Home
My mother dropped a bombshell last weekend. She’s moving. 2600 miles away. To Arizona.
To say that I am heartbroken is an understatement. I still haven’t figured out how to tell The Boy that we won’t be seeing Glammy that much anymore. That’s she’ll be inside of our phones and on our computer screens just like Grandma and Papa. That the only way to see her will be to get on a plane and fly for 5 hours, instead of getting in the car and driving 5 minutes.
Having said all that, we’ve decided to move into her house. Her house was built in 2006, ours in 1962. It will provide us with much need square footage – and that extra bathroom that we’ve missed the last few years. We’ll be giving up our spacious, fenced-in backyard. But, we think the move will be good for us.
I knew that we wouldn’t live in this home forever. We’d nearly outgrown it the day that we moved it. I love how cozy it is in the winter. But hate that our furniture looks like it’s taking over every room!
I’ll miss our quiet little street, and all of our elderly neighbors. I’ll miss the great garden that one neighbor has and shares with us, and the short walks to the beach. I’ll miss the Kennedy clan and all of their craziness!
But, most of all, I’ll miss my mom.
How did you explain to your children when their grandparents moved away? How did you cope with your mom moving so far away?
This post was written as part of BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo August challenge. Today’s prompt was “Talk about your home, sweet home” Sign ups to participate in this month’s Blog Roll were open through August 5, check out the participating bloggers here and the daily prompts are available here.