August 31, 2011

I spoke to my realtor today. It hit me then strongly. This home – this wood and dry walled structure will soon no longer be ours. I remembered how we walked in and fell in love. How it felt like our place. I remember collecting small things and more than anything else I remember walking up the stairs with 3-day old kuttyma all swaddled up in a green and white blanket and my heart bursting with love and my body screaming in pain. Our first home. I know I will always have the memories and soon there will be another place to call home.

But this is going to be hard. Really hard. And this is the time I need to be strong and planned. I really have no clue how I am going to do it.