Exciting But Bittersweet
Monday, February 19, 2018
Today, we had the walk through for our new house. Our oldest daughter and her hubby are visiting and she came with us. It has been over four weeks since I last saw the house. Wow! It looks wonderful! The house is very different than anything we've lived in before. It is cozy and at the same time, spacious. It was a spec house, so we didn't get to pick out any of the colors. That being said, it is definitely the color combination I would have chosen myself. How lucky is that? I'm excited and apprehensive at the same time.
Moving is something that I generally detest. I'm a very organized, neat person by nature. Moving is messy, chaotic and confusing. Since I'm in the body brace, I am unable to bend, twist or lift. That pretty much eliminates furniture placement and unpacking. I'm already feeling frustrated and the movers aren't here yet. It will really bug me when I can't do anything and all of those boxes are sitting there ready to be unpacked. However, I refuse to do anything that will undermine the healing and progress I've made since my fall. So, I will concentrate on getting better and not on unpacking.
The location of the new house is about fifty miles from where we are currently living. (We've lived in our current house for over twelve years.) We will be in an area that is somewhat unfamiliar. This means I will need to learn new roads, shopping, doctors and workout spots. I will need to meet new neighbors and make new friends. The thought of all the new stuff can be overwhelming. I will be using baby steps as I learn about my new environment.
Another big change looming on the horizon is, we are giving our three dogs to our daughter and her husband. When they leave on Wednesday, they will be taking our three K-9 companions with them. This was a very difficult decision, especially for me. Hubby travels a lot and I currently can't care for the dogs safely when he's gone. I can't walk on uneven ground and three dogs can easily pull me over right now. The best thing, all the way around, is to give them to our daughter. Hopefully, things will workout and the pups will adjust. If it doesn't, we may end up with them again somewhere down the road. I really hope they adjust as it would be the best thing for everyone. I am very sad about this decision. It won't really sink in until I see their car pulling away from our house on Wednesday morning. Waking up to a quiet house on Thursday, will be strange. I dread it. I'm also very close to my daughter. It has been wonderful to see her but when she leaves I will be sad.
My plan for the week:
Focus on the positive and work on getting well. Use distraction to combat sad feelings after I have a good cry. Listen carefully to what my therapists tell me and follow it to the letter. Eat for nutrition. Do all of my exercises as prescribed. Breathe. Look for all of the positives and enjoy the ride.