As human beings, we fear the unknown. Why? Because we’re hard wired to do so. What’s beyond the reaches of the fire? We don’t know, but we do know that predators lurk somewhere beyond its borders.
I closed on my new home two days ago. At closing, the seller broke down and cried due to the memories she was leaving behind. Hell, she was selling the place her kids grew up in for the most part. I felt like a real asshole for some reason. I know that I shouldn’t have, but at the same time it was hard not to.
It’s hard leaving a place that you’ve lived for years and heading to something new and unknown. When you first walk in your new place, a myriad of empty rooms are there to greet you. Rooms you have to fill with furniture, belongings, but most importantly memories. Truth be told, it’s a little sad moving out of the one bedroom apartment that I’ve only lived in for two years because memories are there, as well. Moving out of my first real place after college is a little scary even knowing I’m going to someplace better.
It’s easy to look back at places and think they’re the Genesis of all of the memories you had while you were there—but in reality the most important part of change is not the what, where, or why—it’s the who. Who goes with you? What parts of you move forward and what’s left behind? Who are you inviting in? Who are you kicking out?
Hopefully, this change will be for the better for both me and the family vacating my new home. Her tears were understandable. That being said, she has her entire family moving with her, so I don’t think there’s much change for her to accept. Like I said—it’s the ‘who’ that matters.
Now if you don’t mind me, it’s time to move.