I walked around the empty house deliberately yesterday before I closed the door forever. I walked around the beautiful yard and said goodbye to the arbutus and cedar trees that made it truly a west coast paradise. I blew a kiss at the house too—it seemed like I should salute it with a bit of love on my way out. I could say something snarky about how there wasn’t much love in that house but I’ll just skip over that part. I wasn’t trying to be melodramatic; just needing to acknowledge there were a lot of emotions running deep yesterday and rather than bury them, it should be dealt with in the moment.
As much as that house became a bit of a trap in the last year, it was the perfect place for my door to always be open to friends, drink wine, have many a good conversation, and to let the kids run free with their friends. It was where I learned how to renovate a home, gutting the basement and what sweat equity really means. It’s where I got to know a lot of international students who financially enabled me and the boys to stay in the house, and offer a bit of stability for them when everything else was changing around them. It’s where I went through a bit of a transformation and turned into a stronger more independent version of me. It is with gratitude that I look back at that house too—it’s not all bitterness.
So, hello new neighbourhood, hello many opportunities to start again, hello new life. I am going to make this place awesome if it’s the only thing I do this month J And, the door is open—come and visit!