Dwelling

I haven't really been sad to leave our old house, until I walked in, and all the rooms were empty and clean, like no one had lived there. We were young, naive newlyweds clambering to start life together and see what it would bring when we first inhabited that home. I was a young bride, full of idealistic expectations of marriage, life, and starting a family. We've been through many changes in that place. It has seen us through celebration, success, new life, mourning, compromise, and general meandering along life's paths. Good times and bad have unfolded under that sturdy roof.

I suppose they will happen under any roof that we chose, and the house is just a shell in which life occurs, but it none-the-less feels like the end of an era. The official end of our young married life. For some reason I feel like we are leaving that place wiser, a little more experienced, and sort of strenghtened, battered veterans. I know in the grand scheme of things we really are young, but we've experienced a lot of growing pains in the past 7 years.

So, we're moving forward to see what else we will discover in the midst of this world's chaos, all the while being thankful to have a roof over our heads.