It is done
I have moved - I want to share with you my experience and I hope it helps
After a a year of dealing with planning permission, architect and builders the house I was going to move to was ready
Although I felt that moving across the road from one of my daughters was the right thing to do I was so sad regarding leaving behind all I have known with Jack
It was bitter sweet to go through things that were in the loft: under the stairs and garage that used to be part of our lives and I had forgotten about them . Some of these things once upon a time were cherished: Barbie dolls, transformers etc , and sometimes I would think ‘why on earth we had this’
I did cry and I felt so very sad that Jack wasn’t with me at this time
Then came the packing - this was really hard - I cry Ed so much, I couldn’t sleep etc.
Yesterday the move happened.
As everything had gone - the house was empty and I looked around - the house was soulless ! A house isn’t a home, my memories are in my heart
Now I am in the new house - Jack would have been so proud of our children, so proud of the family we created -
I was very lucky that I had the “children “ helping me both packing and starting the unpacking - when they left my bed was in place, TV and computer sorted . I have so many boxes to go through
The reason to write this is just to say that the process to leave is much worse the the leaving itself. I moved at my own time with a lot of support, a lot of tears but I feel this was the right decision
I feel I survived ! It was painful and hard but I am here to tell the tale!!