*a post from a few weeks ago because I can’t ever do anything on time.
Chuck was away skiing this weekend for a friends bachelor party (which I’m actually very happy about, because that man works hard and deserves a break) so I decided to head up to my parents new place for the weekend with the kids.
It was a weekend full of outdoor adventures and naps (for me! Hallelujah! Thank you grandma). Nora kept busy following Grampy around the house helping him work and the dog was in absolute heaven running around the yard. Their new house borders the town forest, so trails leading directly away from their back yard are frequented by horses and I’m pretty sure it sparked Nora’s inevitable love for anything and everything equestrian.
My parents moved only recently, leaving behind the house I grew up in. As Chuck and I think about moving in the near future, being in their new home had me thinking about what our new changes will bring for us and for the kids. As Chuck always reminds me, “it’s good to be sad about moving on to the next thing, but only because it means the last choice you made was a good one.” And so my parent have left behind the home and the neighborhood I grew up in, and I will always be sad not to return there. Yet seeing my parents in their newfound happiness, cozy in the woods watching birds and horses pass by, I realize that they’ve made the right choice in finding their next home.
And so I know it will be the same with us. Boston has been the only place I’ve considered home as an adult; while living here I’ve gotten married and brought home two children (and a dog) to city apartments. I envisioned us staying here much longer. But motherhood changes you and my desires have changed with it, and so we will move on. The good news is that we won’t go far and we’ll come back often, and each time we do we’ll be reminded that our choice in living here had been a good one, too.