A Moving Experience (Should have been my 1st Blog)

It’s a bright early morning here down south. I now live in my in-laws (on the top room of the house) and on weekends in my parent’s house up north in Silay City. This is where I’m seeking refuge for a couple of months (or for another year or even two) before I will finally move to General Santos and join my husband, Jimmy.  I can’t believe I actually managed to leave our home considering I have been so attached to it and the neighborhood.  This was our 1st real and permanent home after years of moving.  We have lived here for 14 years now.

Since all the kids are now in Manila and Jimmy in General Santos City, I’m left to myself in the company of our two dogs, Aldo and Jack… and of course my ever loyal Yaya Russel.  We have considered and thought about renting out our home and two months ago, we finally decided to do it.  Our new tenants moved in yesterday.

Before all that, we went through a process.  Jimmy took a one week leave from work to do the packing of our stuffs,  since it was difficult for me to take a leave from work at that time. I never imagined that packing our stuffs and putting them away in the attic (until the next time we will be able to retrieve them again) was going to be an emotionally difficult task (especially on the children’s stuffs…baby albums/pictures). I allowed myself to spend as much time savoring each nook and cranny of our home.  I also allowed myself to express my deepest emotions to Jimmy about leaving and we respected each other’s  grief, giving ourselves space for tears to flow as we faced the reality of leaving precious memories behind. 

We prepared ourselves for the move and vowed to gradually inch ourselves out of our home to avoid abruptly causing so much emotional pain. We encouraged one another for the adventure that lies ahead and the mystery of what the future holds.

Saying Goodbye to the times we’ve had is saying hello to the time to come.  I can’t thank enough my husband, my sisters and friends in the community for challenging me to take the plunge and encouraged me to consider this leap of faith.  Still, I can’t help but get sentimental as I was in fact actually leaving.