These past few months are quite hectic because we are currently undergoing a major life changing action. We are moving back to my mom’s house.
I can’t say that I am ecstatic. This move is somewhat strategic, as I keep telling myself to feint the sadness that comes with it. A temporary but inevitable setback.
The first thing that I would miss is my privacy. Ever since I stepped out of my first ever job training, I have been living on my own. I love my personal space because this is something that we don’t have back home. I love making decisions on my own, for myself, for Geoff, for the household. Now that we are to move back, even though it is my mom I am speaking of, it is still her house, so not everything I say will be the final say.
Second, I had to be the one to dispose of all our stuff, save for the personal things, since there is no space in my mom’s home. Everything that we
worked saved up for for the last 2 years will have to be sold or donated. In all honesty, this is the most difficult thing for me. It has never been in my nature to sell things, much less my own because of the history and the memories I have with it, so parting with our stuff alone has been really hard. You just can’t put a price tag on things that you invested not just money or material stuff alone.
Third, the memories will always be a part of me, of us, but there are just too much firsts in our house. It was where I spent my last trimester of pregnancy; it was where Geoff spent his first 2 years. All those milestones and development, all the bibo acts, the videos we shot.
We will only be staying in the apartment until January, and I will be continuously selling our stuff until then.