The one thing I have found to be consistent in my story is that it is always changing. Each chapter brings about both exciting and hard change. A recent chapter of my life has involved launching my firstborn (and surviving the dreaded college drop-off).
Well, to say I survived does not mean that I faired it well at all. The pit in my stomach, the continuous flow of tears, and that deep feeling that your home is forever different makes you reflect back on the days of old which literally seem like “yesterday.”
The only consolation in the transition was gratitude for what it was. I gained a new appreciation for home and the moments that took place over the years in our storied place. That chair, that table, and that sofa – all instant reflections of connection. Never before had they carried the value they did after I took my daughter to college.
Never before had I been so thankful for that oversized sectional that we all crashed on. Never before had I been so thankful for that bench that a number of friends could squeeze together on to fit around the table. Never before had I been so thankful for the beautiful memories created in a beautiful space… that tells the beautiful story of us.