You Can Take it With You

For sure, these next few days will be bitter-sweet.  I am excited about an adventure, a new location, and a new budget.  I know moving across town isn't super adventurous when your town has a population of 12,000.  I know this because every move we have made in the last 15 years, has been to another state, across the country, with a newborn, or with absolutely no money.
The bitter part is leaving one adventure, a place we purposefully set ourselves down, for another.  This will be the last Sunday I live in this house, and I like this house.  I'm not complaining, but I am feeling sentimental.  If had to leave here because of some fantastic reason or because our house burned down, I would still be feeling sentimental.  Moving because of a short-sale falls somewhere between the two.
The sweet parts of leaving are my memories, and I can have those if I stayed as well.  I'm going to let myself feel tender about it, blog about it, then let it go.  It feels hard, but as it should be.  I'm sure this next week will be strenuous and busy enough that I won't have time to feel anymore about it.