Life Happens Fast

Life happens fast.

I sit here reflecting on the time I've spent here in this home as I stare at the for sale sign in the front yard. It's bittersweet, to say the least. Life happens fast. People say that, but it often doesn't feel like it when your waiting to hear good news, test results or awaiting a new opportunity - school, a pregnancy, whatever it is your "waiting on." Time seems to slow down, but it doesn't really. I suddenly feel this place vanishing from my life, falling through my fingertips as if it suddenly turned to sand. The ceilings are finally painted white, the wicker furniture I've wanted since I bought this place finally fills the porch, all the light switch plates match, there is Mediterranean bronze sprinkled throughout via light fixtures, faucets, and handles. It's been three years. Moving has always happened fast for me. Leaving my Uncle's house, I packed what I could into my 2009 Nitro and headed to a one bedroom apartment with another person over a hundred miles away. Before that, I left my Mother's house, swiftly, with boxes that had been stacked and filled before she ever kicked me out. Neither time, did I grasp the reality of that being the last time I would live in those two places. Two places I called home.

I have loved this place. I picked out every color, painted every wall, scuffed and re-painted every piece of trim. I've buried animals outside my window and created memories with my family.

I'm not sure where we'll end up next. We are still waiting for me to get full-time status so we can get pre-approved for a mortgage in the price range we are searching. We've put in two offers and been denied. It's exciting to know Sabrina and I will pick out our next house together. That every memory will be ours and a new adventure will unfold. The older I get the more I understand about how precious it is to enjoy and be present in each phase of life.

With Grace & Gratitude...