So... If you haven't figured it out yet through my random posts and absenteeism from the blog and social media, I'm fully in the throes of packing and moving home and studio!
It's a really good move, I hope! The new space is beautiful beyond belief, but with moving always comes some sentimentality doesn't it? No matter how much you want to move, I find there are always pangs of sentiment once you jump head first into the great unknown.
Homes are funny things. They keep you safe, nourish you in more mays than once, they house your loved ones and your belongings and your memories. But almost invariably you outgrow them at some point.
Leaving my current home is bittersweet. It's clear that this house has served it's purpose in our life and that it's time to fully and actually pick up and move on, but in the year and a half that we have lived here so much has happened. It has felt like a decade has passed since we first walked through these doors. We moved here vulnerable and in a really chaotic moment of our lives. We were all hurting and wounded, and it took so much to heal and just keep going forward some days. We lost a lot here, but gained a lot too. It's easy to want to stay feeling safe and comfortable now in this space, but this house has nurtured our broken wings and has opened it's doors for us to go back out and start fresh.
I'm so thankful for that and will always have such a tender place in my heart for this home and this little special place that appeared just for us, just right when we needed it, and was just exactly what we needed.