So, it has been officially confirmed that my parents will be moving. I've mentioned this to most of my friends, but the house is for sale, and this is definitely happening.
Though my time has been split between family, little kids, wrapping (and unwrapping) presents, and perusing Pinterest, I find myself completely anxious when I think about moving away from here. Sure, it's my parents that will be moving (technically), but this is still my house.
Things are packed and stored, there is a 'For Sale' sign in the front yard, and strangers come in periodically to view the house. Everything points to the obvious conclusion that my parents are indeed moving within the next few months.
My Daddy starts his new job on the first, he's going to rent a house in Austin, and he and my Mama will continue with the house hunt for their new dwelling. Since the semester hasn't started yet, all I'm worried about is how I'll deal with navigating back roads and a new territory -- I've lived here for over half of my life, and now it's all going to change.
There are people that I love here -- my sister and her three kids, the few people from high school I still talk to.... Essentially, I'll be leaving them all behind. It's a difficult pill to swallow.
I didn't write this to bring anyone's mood down, or to gain pity or whatnot. I simply needed to vent, and this is, I think, one of the safest ways for me to do it.
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