All of this sounds fascinating, Megan. And makes me look forward to one day reading your novel! Thanks for your lovely comment. Keep writing : )

“But I have disconnected from it. This house that I used to love, that we built to fit our family, I no longer love.” – Cynthia
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“There’s still a deep connection to this house.” – writersideup
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“To them our house seemed to be the perfect place.” – Sigrun
“I still get surprised by the beauty of my new neighborhood. ” – Sigrun

Thank you for these words…

Lots of ties, I understand that, Donna. I think for most of us this decision is a difficult one, coming down to what wins out–attachment or restlessness.

Wow, Sigrun, I think of all the memories, and all the stuff, after such a long time in one place. Childhood home, then your home. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to move. And to think it wasn’t your kids who wanted to keep you in the same place but the old guard–interesting. It’s nice to know you have no regrets. I will now think of you walking your dog : ) Katrina’s second book is all about their move from the family home when their boys were teen-agers. In my case, my husband wants to stay here, and at this point, no one right answer. But there’s no question that I’ve disconnected from this house and would prefer to find a new space, even as I would be sad to leave these spaces behind. And I do still love my study, where I’m sitting now, looking out at the woods and the dogwoods, writing to you.

3 years ago I moved from the house I lived in for most of my life. It used to be my parents home, and when I got married, my husband and I took over. We lived there with our kids for 22 years.

Then we, or mainly me, decided it was time to move on. Our kids, busy with their own lives, had no complaints – but my parents and siblings (and even friends) living in the same part of town, were not happy about us leaving the family home. To them our house seemed to be the perfect place. It was almost like we were offending them by deciding this was not the right place for us anymore.

Walking my dog in the morning I still get surprised by the beauty of my new neighborhood. I haven’t ever regretted moving – it was such a right move to make, even if it stirred up a few things at the time.

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Exactly!

Karen, I appreciate your support as well. I just read Katrina’s essay again and, in addition to the words, the feel of the piece seems to pull me in.

Sigrun, I appreciate your support on this one. It’s sad, too, that I feel this way about something I once loved.