Tomorrow is the big day -- we're closing on the new house. Packing up and leaving this place, where Nate was conceived, has been more of an emotional roller coaster for me than I thought. Most of my time living here was spent being pregnant and nesting, so part of me wants to stay until I can bring a live baby here. Another part of me wants to burn this place down and just get the hell out.
Since the current (until tomorrow) owners of the house moved out last week, Tom and I have been sneaking into the backyard of the new house and just wandering around, looking at plants and flowers, imagining where a deck or a vegetable garden might go someday. I was raising the umbrella on the awesome patio furniture that they had left, and I had the most vivid image of myself sitting there in the shade with a baby. I told my husband, "I think that things are going to be good for us here." And I really do. I feel it all the way down to my toes. I love this house.