Last time I blogged here I wrote about leaving our comfortable home town to move to a new exciting area. At the time we were just at the beginning of our transition, just starting to prep our house for sale and look for a new place. The process has taken a while—somewhat longer than I expected—and with all the work of getting rid of stuff, fixing and polishing, I expected to be tired and a bit sad at not seeing friends as often. What I hadn’t really anticipated was how hard it would be to say goodbye to places and things.
We’ve only moved about an hour and a half away, so we will definitely be back. But we won’t be going to Betsy’s, our favorite downhome café, for Sunday breakfast anymore, nor getting a wonderful green papaya salad from the little Vietnamese restaurant near us. We won’t be driving through the cool Redwoods to escape the heat and have dinner by the ocean. We’ll no longer ride our favorite mountain trails or dodge waves on the beach with our horses. Monterey and Carmel will require a much longer drive and probably an overnight stay.
Then there are the people we’ve come to depend upon–our doctors, mechanics, hair dressers, veterinarians, horse shoers, gardeners, the list goes on. We’ll get recommendations and find new ones, but we’ll miss those not-quite-friends who made our lives easier. We’ll still be able to use many of the chain stores we’re used to—in fact Whole Foods will be a lot closer. The local stores will be different and I suspect the farmers’ markets will reflect quite diverse tastes.
The most surprising thing for me is how much I will miss our house. I mourned when we gave up our horse property—that was home. This house was always intended to be temporary, which is why we rented. But after being pushed into buying last year, it finally became home and I thought we would be there for a while. We’d only completed a few of the projects we wanted to do, but had done enough to make it ours. Now we’re leaving and I will miss it. I’ll particularly miss the patio where the hummingbirds used to visit.
If you left your home, what would you miss the most? What are the things that say home to you?
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Is she next?
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Should she hide from him?