This last week has been rough on me and my body. Selling a house as fast as possible requires a lot of work. Every day this week, I have woken up and hit the ground running. The amount of stuff we accomplished this week feels unbelievable, but we did it. The house is sparkling, bright, and open. It went on the market yesterday. And after a week of moving furniture, packing boxes, pulling weeds, fixing a few things around the house, painting, tutoring/working, and telling all my students and their families that I am moving, I am absolutely exhausted.
Physically, everything hurts and is sore. I have bruises all over and my joints ache. The funny part though is that it feels good. It feels good that my body is well enough to accomplish all those tasks. It feels good to know I have the resources and capacity to pull off the seemingly impossible feat. But that feeling becomes bittersweet when I think about how much I love this house. It is sad to think that we won't be here for much longer. We had always intended on going back to Tucson, and I am excited for the new adventure, but we had planned to raise our future children in this house. The picture was so clear, but the scenery now has to change.
So tonight, I am taking a moment to feel. To feel the excitement and the loss, the joy and the sadness, the relief and the frustration, and all the other emotions that come with a major life course alteration. Tonight, I am taking a moment to reflect on me.
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