It's here. What we've been planning for about a year. I am sitting in my house for the last time listening to the packers from Von Paris packing my kitchen. We've put a serious dent in what they need to pack (to cut down on cost) but the kitchen in my opinion, was the hardest to do, so I left it to them. How strange to be at this point--last night saying things like, "this is the last supper we'll have together in this house", or "the last time we shower in this house", or "sleep here". Here's where nostalgia kicks in--so many years, so many memories: laughter, tears, heartache, joy--this house has watched my son grow into a young man, watched the 50 first's come & go, and then watched my relationship with Xing Fu grow right out of this space. My wish for the young couple who are buying this house is that it protects them as well as it did us & that they begin their lives in a house that has kept us safe for 11 years, filling it with their happy, family noises.
I look around at all of the memories stacked about & sniff a little--Xing Fu said to me this morning, "Are we sure we want to do this?" My response was, "Little late now." But in answer, yes, I want to do this. Yes, there are insecurities about the future (we've both been hurt, burned, etc.), but our outlook is bright--literally sailing off into the sunset together.
