In two weeks we are moving. I'm so excited by the new place and the idea of a new space to grow in as a family. And then there is this sad feeling that Mum would have loved the house we are moving to and she will never see it. It feels like I'll be leaving my Mum behind when we move house. 5 years of memories shared with Mum there. In the new home... Nothing.
And yet I also know Mum will be there with me. I carry a piece of her in my heart. I felt Mum's assistance in the ease we had in finding somewhere to move to. It all fell in to place with ease and grace and I am so grateful that a very stressful transition has been as easy as it could be so far. I'm hoping it continues to fall into place so smoothly as we fill boxes and physically move our belongings to the new home.
I have lots of ideas for things if like to do in the new home. One idea is to host a vision board workshop so if you live nearby sign up for my love notes (they come out so infrequently at the moment!!) and you'll be the first to know the details.
Onwards. A new home. New ideas. I know Mum's love still infuses my life. I just wish I could share all this excitement with her.