We sold our home on Sunset Beach, NC in March. It was a bittersweet decision but it had become challenging to get to SSB enough to enjoy it. Also, now living in the Caribbean sealed the deal. So, before all the restrictions of COVID-19 really came into effect, we closed on March 6th. We were to leave our major things there to retrieve after the last rental in early August. Best laid plans on paper don't always work out! So, on April 10th movers with the help of our agent and the new owners, moved all of our things out of the house to storage. The trip we had planned as a family to see the house one last time and pack up is no longer. I am sad but oddly content. I am so thankful for the 10 years of wonderful and precious memories we created there with grandparents, cousins, Aunts and Uncles and friends. I am especially thankful for the memories I have of my Dad at Sunset. Here is one of my favorite. We had walked to the ice cream shop after coming off the beach late...
It may not be a surprise to those that know me well, that I am a "notice-er". I notice everything. I can remember odd and unique details, people's faces, who gave us what for our wedding, stores I have been into and who I saw there, where I went for dinner a couple of years ago and what I ate, etc. It can be a helpful trait and maybe a bit annoying. It worked well for me in the world of development and special events. It also works really well for me at home as I know where "everything" is in this house. If you ask me where your shoes, keys, favorite jacket, peanut butter, iPod, homework etc. are, it is likely I can direct you right to it/them. Consequences of me having all this great knowledge is that others sometime forget to use their own brains.... Getting ready for my own event today, having some friends over to watch the SuperBowl, I am noticing all the things I want and feel the "need" to tackle. Mostly, I am just noticing things that n...
The day was long and the process even longer. Our impending move to Thetford, VT was closing in and we still had so much stuff left to pack. Where does it all come from? It seems that when one closet was empty another was waiting patiently to be packed up. I would have to say that I didn't have any more patience for packing up our lives. Things that were to be done weeks ago were looming in the final hours. People in and out, phone calls from friends checking on us, everyone still processing that the house we had lived in and called home for the last four years would no longer be ours. I think the process of moving, during the final hours, makes it possible to cut ties and leave. After the trucks (6 Men and 3 Trucks!) were loaded and pulling out of the driveway, we still remained. One cabinet opened in the kitchen revealed a stack of some of my favorite platters and cooking stones. Carpets to be vacuumed, counters to be washed down, empty rooms to be swept. Two...
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