Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Moving On...

   They put a sign up in front of my house today, and I started to cry.  Don't get me wrong...I signed up for it.  It's time to sell our house, but I'm struggling with it more than I expected.  I'm not sure if it's this way for everyone in the military, but for me, I've never really been attached to places or stuff.  I figure, every few years the Army moves us away from the place, and every few years they lose or break some of the stuff, so I attach myself to the people I meet wherever we go, and I let go of the rest.  It's not hard to avoid getting attached to a rental house or government housing unit, and I truly believe IKEA was made for military familes (why buy really nice furniture just to have it fall off a truck or a boat somewhere en route?).  But this time was different.  We bought this house--our first ever home purchase--and we truly made it our own.  The paint on the walls is my taste, the kitchen is my style.  We've poured our blood, sweat, and tears into this house, and I'm finding it a little hard to let go this time.  We make memories everywhere we live, but I have so many memories tied into the very walls of this house.  My husband and I (after watching ENTIRELY too much HGTV), decided to completely renovate the 1962 kitchen right after we moved in...all by ourselves.  I got to design every aspect of the kitchen.  I tell you, you have never experienced IKEA until you've done an IKEA kitchen.  The clerks all know me by name now, as I think I made 372 trips to the store in the three months it took us to complete.  It was definitely a test of our marriage, and I still owe my hubby big time for the hundreds of hours of work he poured in to that room.  But the end result felt like it had my fingerprints and my soul all over it.  The same is true of the master bath, a battleship gray, cramped hole when we moved in.  Now, it is a very tiny version of my dream bathroom, with gleaming marble and sparkling glass tiles.  It was another test of marital fortitude--when you put two people in a 5x8 room and give them a task they've never attempted (tiling) and throw in slightly unrealistic expectations (mine), it can be a recipe for disaster.  I still laugh every time I look in the bathroom mirror.  We argued more over which stupid mirror to buy than anything else in our entire house!  I love the one we compromised reminds me what a good team we are together.
   As I scrub and shine our house to get it ready to go on the market, and think about who might live here next, I get a catch in my throat.  I try to see my house through a buyer's eyes, to spot areas where I need to rearrange furniture or touch up paint.  But what rushes over me are MY memories here.  My son Noah's birthday party, with friends and family relaxing on the deck, and the kids playing on a bounce house in the yard.  Caleb on the tire swing, sitting there yelling for someone to push him when we all got distracted.  Tuesday night dinners, with our friends from church gathered around the kitchen.  My husband balancing precariously on the roof, hanging Christmas lights.  My band practicing for hours in the basement, fine-tuning a medly of bar-crowd-pleasing songs.  The Japanese maple tree in the front yard, the perfect climbing tree, where Caleb would perch between branches with a good book on a sunny day.  And my neighbors, young and old, whom I've grown to love fiercely.  I wish I could pack them up and take them with me.
   In this transient military life, it is tempting to keep things superficial and temporary, for you never know when the next move may come.  And putting down roots is not only hard work, it hurts when it comes time to rip them up and move on.  But we do it anyway, if only to be able to say that when we lived somewhere, we really lived thereI hope whoever ends up buying our house loves it as much as we do.  As for us, we will move on to the next adventure, and slowly, we will put down new roots.


  1. :( and :) I love and miss you, Beth Kimmel!

  2. It is definitely hard to move, especially after owning a home! It feels like you are saying good-bye to so much more!

  3. Made me tear up :( I have not done many moves in my short lived military life, but I do understand. Scott and I started building our first house (ourselves) before we got married. I swore I would die in the house because of the blood, sweat, and tears put into making I ours. But I realized God had another plan and I had to let go. Hard to do! We found out the completely cleared all the land (it was in 4 acres of Forrest). Hard to see, but it is no longer ours.

  4. Well said sweet Beth! Praying for you guys in your new adventure. No doubt we share some pretty sweet memories of adventures past!!!! ;-)