I'm not even quite sure where to begin. The past few weeks have been an emotional roller coaster of goodness, sadness, and just pure exhaustion.
Let's start with the house. A week ago today, we officially said goodbye to our first house and passed it along to a dear young couple just starting their years together. I shed tears reflecting on the memories we made in that house (a proposal, Rio's first home, to name a few) and shed a few more thinking of leaving Pimmy there. We worked long, hard hours packing up our (my) many possessions, taking carload after carload to the new digs, and cleaning until our first home was sparkling clean. It was sad to say goodbye to but we were also very ready to be on the other side of buying and selling homes. Plus, we really, really liked our buyers so we knew we left it in good hands. Yes, I was emotionally attached to this house.
During all of this, we were working on replacing all of the floors in the new house, figuring out the new place's quirks, and trying to maintain our heavy workloads (I should have gotten a sub!) with a toddler nipping at our ankles throughout it all. Then, not even a week before we were set to move, the death of my former boss turned mentor turned friend knocked me, and everyone else who had the pleasure of knowing him, flat on my ass. It's still very, very hard for me to think about and is still hard to believe. That week I cried more than I've cried in a long time due to so many huge life changes.
Another change that we're also in the midst of right now is my family's business is moving locations after being in the same space for 30+ years. You may remember that I work in the office there (when I'm not teaching) with Rio by my side and that my mister also works there. In fact, just a few weeks ago, he passed a massively important technical exam also thrown into the moving madness. Leaving a place that has been a second home to me my entire life is a little crazy as well, to say the least. All of my home bases are changing and it's a bit surreal.
And finally, I turned 35 two days ago and the kid turns 2 next week. I don't know where the time has gone for either of us. It just feels like lately, everything has been huge. Birthdays, deaths, family surgeries, bizarre trials, two moves, tests, stressful work loads, and just keeping our heads above water. But here's the deal, we're through most of that now. We ARE breathing easier. We're not constantly going and have even taken a few evenings off to not do a damn thing. I even have a haircut scheduled for today. That, my friends, is huge in a different way.