But now our time here is coming to an end. My grandpa moved to an assisted living center in November, and now he's selling this house. We have a few more weeks here, but my aunts and uncles came yesterday and cleaned most everything out. I noticed today that the house is starting to echo because it's getting more and more empty every day. I can't help but feel a little sad that this chapter in my life is closing.
People keep telling me, "It's so exciting to have a fresh start!" "You're going to love your new house." "What a fun new beginning!" And while I am excited for this new adventure, I can't help but feel a little trepidation. I've never been fond of the unknown, probably because I'm WAY too good at the "What if?" game. What if none of our friends call us to hang out anymore? What if we hate our new neighbors? What if we can't find furniture for the new house and we're left sleeping on the floor with no fridge? All the worst possible scenarios run through my head and I just want to say, "Never mind! We'll stay here forever!"
But then again, what if it's amazing? What if our new neighbors become our new best friends? What if this is exactly the fresh start I've been looking for?