Complex Feelings

It's one thing to stick a sign in your yard, have open houses and letting strangers see how you live. It is a totally different feeling when an offer is made on your home. My initial response is....Are you crazy? You...Live in My House? This is MY house, no one is good enough to live in MY house. Then you remember that you wanted to move, so we make a counter offer and that is accepted.
Reality hits! I cry! I cry hard! I cry multiple times! When you put that sign in the yard you think, I am ready to move on, leave the bad memories behind with the house. I then realize that those bad memories are who I am. What made me this great person! Then I realize all the great and wonderful memories that I have had within this house too. You can't have good memories without bad memories. 12 years of great and bad memories.
1. This is my first house, bought by ME and only ME.
2. This is my youngest sons only home he has known.
3. We laughed.
4. We cried.
5. We loved.
6. We sang.
7. We yelled.
8. Celebrated 12 Christmas, Birthdays, Halloweens, etc..
9. I was left by a husband in this house.
10. I welcomed a new husband in this house.
11. I have seen my oldest go from a terrible toddler, to a preteen, to a wonderful teenager (OK wonderful half the time).
12. Found out I was pregnant in this house.
13. Sobbed in the driveway over my Grandfather dying.
14. Consoled my sons in this house when their Dad left.
15. Heartbroken watching my sons drive away with their Dad for their first visitian with him.

There are so many memories in this house. But that is exactly what it is, a house. A house does not hold the memories. I do! I hold the memories I created in this house. Now this house will help create new memories for the next family that lives here. I will cry for the memories that I will not make in this house anymore but I also have anticipation for the memories I will make in my new home. It's amazing the feelings I have worked through, all because I sold my home.