After a stagnant few years following an imposed global sabbatical, I’m ready for a major change. No, I’m not getting bangs. I’ve decided to sell my home sweet home of 25 years. Had I been ready two years ago when the real estate market was booming, I might’ve made billions. However, my chakras weren’t spiritually, mentally, or physically vibing, rendering me unable to get my asana in gear.
As the OG owners, we built our nest expecting the stork’s arrival eight months later. Since then, Casa McGillivray has been filled with side-splitting laughter, walking-on-eggshells anxiety, horn tooting pinnacles, and devastating heartbreak. With Scott’s death, and Abby adopting a lifestyle outside of the burbs, I’m the only one remaining. I never predicted the nest would be this oversized and empty.
I’m not really a mow and snow kind of gal, so I’m downsizing my dwelling to expand my experiences. Wading through two decades of odds and sods is easier than I thought. I’m no longer tethered to clothing that hasn’t fit since 2012, and how the hell did I acquire four lasagna pans? Every rug stain and wall chip tells a story (except the ones no one cops to).
The inevitable memories around every corner continue to launch my emotional rollercoaster. I haven’t wept this much in four years. I recognize it’s just a house, but in reality, I’m saying goodbye to what was my family unit. Amidst the onslaught of to-do’s, I remind myself that when one homestead door closes, another condo rental door opens.
There’s no fear in shedding my skin and starting fresh. “The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new” –Socrates
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