We had an offer on our house yesterday.
Naturally it was low and we are counter offering with something higher.
I should be excited, right? I mean, this is something we have been working on for years...selling this house and moving out to the country.
But I'm not. Well, I am a little. I am nervous. I'm a little overwhelmed.
And I'm sad to leave.
This is the house I brought my babies home to...where they learned to walk and talk.
Would the new owners care that I charted my children's growth on the back of my son's bedroom door? That we have a pet rabbit, guinea pig and two pet parakeets buried in the flower beds?
It's where my kids hunted Easter eggs, woke up to every Christmas morning of their little lives and where they trick or treated from.
So many memories are tied up in this house.
It's making it hard to look forward to the new and exciting.