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Hard to believe, but in less than a week a part of my old life dies.
This is a time when my life is now at a crossroads.
I am sad, for I am leaving a place I have spent the last three years in. I look around these walls and see memories.
There... that is the spot where my son first rushed out and asked if Santa was here yet. And there... where he sat to blow out the candles for his first birthday in his first house. On the wall, I see the marks I have made the past three years, where I have measured his growth. Two rooms... one, his first bedroom that he actually stayed in. Hints of the light blue paint still can be seen. The second room, where he moved to. The green is on the wall, his bed which shall go with me still stands up, showing his interest.
Friday... it seems like a short time. But it has been years coming.
Though I am sad, I also see hope on my horizon. New memories shall now be made. The lil man, when I have him, and I will begin building times with each other.
It is time. The path has been chosen.
(Yes... I know a lot of my blogs lately seem almost the same... but it is the only way I can work through my thoughts.)
