Relocate

After divorcing and having to sell the family home, my kids and I had to relocate which was hard.  We found a house to rent and moved in.  I dubbed it the transition house.  It really is the transition house because it’s the place we’re living after the divorce, but it’s not permanent.

Recently, I went past our old house and it’s funny.  I didn’t feel a pull towards it at all which is really unlike me because I thought I would pine over it.  We had tons of memories in it as the kids had lived there their whole lives.  But as I sat in my car across the street from it, I felt nothing.  It wasn’t numbness.  It was simply peace.  And, boy oh boy, did that feel good!

Because it means I am healing for which I’m grateful.  Recently while decorating the transition house, I’m feeling more and more at peace here.  It’s not great and certainly not my first choice, but the house has delivered what was needed.  A house to live in that’s safe.  What more do I need than that to protect my kids and me?

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