Growing up, my family moved every four years. I remember one move ~ my mother actually cried, as we turned the corner of our street, for the last time. She was not a woman who was prone to crying, she prided herself on being tough as nails. I was 9, but I got it. We were leaving our beautiful house behind, our friends, neighbors even my aunt, uncle and all my fun cousins. Never to return, and we never did. We moved so much that my brother and I only had one school in common.
Once I was out on my own, I moved a few times. But I vowed I would never make my children go through what I had gone through. We bought a house in a nice neighborhood, when my oldest daughter was two. I loved my little house, and I kept my promise that we would not move my children. Last June, the youngest child graduated from high school. They all went to the same grade school, middle school & high school.
When I first moved here, 22 years ago, it was a nice neighborhood and we had great neighbors. Like I said, I loved my little house, still do. I used to say that my next move was going to be to the old folks home. But slowly, the neighborhood changed. We joke that we live in the ghetto, but there's really a good deal of truth to that. There has been a string of rather violent crimes in my town, including my neighbor, two doors down from me, who was murdered.
There are a few other reasons for the move, besides the neighborhood. One is a rather significant reason: Every inch of this house has a memory of Michael. They are all great memories, but we feel like we can't be here without him. Not only do we need to move, but we need to move to a whole new area, not just the other side of town.
At first there were mixed emotions about moving. I had planned to live here forever. But as we started looking for houses, we all started to get excited about moving.
We'd found 2 different houses we liked, but they were sold before we could get our bid in.
On Halloween we went & looked at another house. We've put in our offer & we're waiting.
But now I'm back to mixed emotions about moving.
A new store opened, in town, this week. We went there last night. We saw 6 people we know, at the store. And I thought, "When we move, we will never run into anyone we know." That made me feel so sad. That made me feel like I was 9, turning the corner for the last time.