Just popping in to say...

...that moving is NOT my favorite activity!! We're down to boxes, sitting on the floors, and eating out of paper plates. The closets and cupboards are all empty, but the house looks like a disaster because everything is in the middle of the floor. And even though we've spent days cleaning (my in-laws helped us all day with walls and baseboards and doors, plus the stove is done), it just looks dirty. I need to do another pass through bathrooms and the stuff I have saved out to take with us to see if there's more I can leave in the moving van. We only have a small minivan with no roof rack, so we can't carry much. (And since the truck will leave before we will, we won't have the option of chucking stuff into it that doesn't quite fit.)

Anyway, even though I really hate moving, especially this part of it, it's being an interesting experience cleaning the house. My husband loved his job and invested a lot of himself to build a great program, and so when he learned he would not be able to stay permanently, he do what he could to at least make sure they hired someone good. Well, I feel that way about the house. This is my favorite house I've ever lived in. There is just something about it, more than just being a nice house. I guess some people would look at it and keep driving because they want a big-looking house on the hill. Well, I love it that this house is twice as big as it looks from the road--I'm not into houses that boast how big they are. (But I still want the space!) It's been perfect for our needs and it's just a livable house: light and warm in the winter, breezy in the summer, set in a neighborhood of fantastic people, walking distance to everything, etc. More than that, though, it just has a good vibe. Everyone who's walked into it has said the same thing: it's so peaceful. You know how sometimes people dedicate churches and temples? I wonder if someone did that with this house at one time, because it really does have a special feeling in it, a calming, healing, comforting spirit. So when I'm cleaning it, I keep thinking about that. Maybe I don't get to live in it anymore, but someone will, and I really hope they get to feel that, too. I hope they love it. I hope they come in and contribute to the neighborhood, and make other people feel just as welcome. I think there's someone out there who will be a good fit, but I don't think it's any of the people who have come to see it yet. They all seem like nice people, but they just don't seem like they belong to this house. So while yes, I really do need my deposit back!--it's more than that. I want to do right by this house.

Have you ever felt this way about a house you've lived in?