Almost 3 weeks ago, we moved into our new home. I love our new house. It's amazing to me how simply living in a new place can change my thoughts throughout the day.
I loved our old house too. It was the first home that Art & I lived in together. It's the home we brought home both of our girls to after they were born. So many good memories happened in that house. Painting the half finished walls with Art, decorating our first child's room, countless celebrations, finishing the basement, watching our girls take their first steps.
But there were also many hard memories. Sometimes I found myself standing in certain spots of that home and replaying events in my mind. Getting the phone call that my grandmother had passed, the heartbreak of two miscarriages within those walls, coming home to a living room of loved ones after receiving the news of our unborn baby's heart, the spot that a feeding pump and oxygen tank used to sit. So many spots in that home that were hard to stand in and remember.
The good memories will always be in my mind no matter where we live. The hard memories will too, but now I don't have a daily reminder of them. For whatever reason, I've hardly thought about Mia's heart condition lately. Partially because she is doing fantastic, but I think it also has to do with a change of scenery. A "new start" if you will. I don't know if it's the new, literal, view that I have each day now, or if it's a new view that I've taken on within me, but it feels good.
It feels good to have the unknown be a little more controllable and not so scary. I am a firm believer that everything in life happens for a reason. The good and the bad. Those memories will never be forgotten, no matter where we reside.
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