Moving..

So this past weekend I was asked by my mom to come home and help my family move. Although I have known for awhile that we would be moving across the lake before Thanksgiving, reality didn’t set in completely until we picked to moving truck up. Moving and starting over is all about new beginnings most say, but to me moving is hard. My room at my old house in uptown New Orleans was painted, decorated, and designed by my Grandmother, who just recently passed a year ago. Leaving what all I had left of her was the most difficult part about packing up what remained in my already abandoned room. Memories will last a life time, but not being able to wake up in my hot pink room on those days I am missing her and then feel her around me is going to be difficult.
My brother and I grew up in that house, from our height measurements on the wall to the many uhh ohh moments we had when playing too rough are no longer going to be there to remind us of what once was. I know it is not good to dwell in the past and to move forward every day, it is just going to take awhile.
I love my new house. It is in a much better area, more quaint suburban feeling, rather than the busyness of the city. Slidell is where I went to high school and where my parents work, now it is what we call home.. it will take some getting used to, but I think I am going to like spending the little time I have to spend at home there.