Moved

Its raining in Bellingham. Not a suprise in the winter months, certianly not as January comes to a close. We have just moved and it has been a long week, both my wife and i are racked with stress and emotion as we said goodbye to our house on King St, a place we lived for close to three years. I've touched on this before, but there are a lot of memories in the walls of our house on King St. Our oldest son started to walk there, learned to climb trees, became a junior paleantologist, searched out new worlds, fought epic battles and learned to ride his bike. We will never forget that little house. Our youngest son came into the world with that house as his dwelling. It was hard for the boys, moving, changing, leaving some things behind and discovering some new. A world of change awaits them but it breaks my heart to see them confused and scared and concerned.

My wife and i stood in the door of our old house last night for the last time and looked at the empty space and the clean floors and naked walls and i was close to tears at the leaving. While we lived there, towards the end, the idiosyncrisies of the space drove me crazy but in leaving i was drawn in and found it much harder to walk away than i anticipated.

But here we are, boxes piled four and five deep, and the things we have gathered around us for comfort and convienence are hidden and reclusive and this place does not yet feel like home. It will, in time, but for now my heart aches for home and comfort we left behind.