I haven’t talked about this here on Queerly Texan yet, but my family is moving.
Well we’ve decided to move, everything hasn’t fallen into place yet. We spent all day yesterday going to open houses and driving by houses we saw online. None of them were “the one” but we’re looking at more today. The area that my family wants to move to is 30-ish minutes away from where we live now, but is much closer to the major city I live near here in Texas and is a much more progressive area.
The house we live in now carries a lot of bad memories. All of my sleepless nights in pain, and other familial issues I’d rather forget. As much as I feel like I should hate this pace since so many negative things have happened here, I don’t. It’s also been my safe haven.
I’ve spent the better part of five years in my bedroom here. It’s hard to even fathom how much time that is. It makes me a little sad think about leaving this place, but I also don’t think it’s healthy to stay. The pain and heartache that has happened here is impossible to forget. While moving won’t erase those memories or fix any negative situations it is a step in the right direction and I think my whole family needs a fresh start.
People have been by our house to give us estimates on the price of replacing the carpet and painting the walls so things are in motion. We’ve talked about moving for maybe six months, but my parents seem serious now and they aren’t flaky people. They want to move even more than I do. We’ve lived in the house we’re in now for almost nine years so its been a while since we’ve looked at houses.
I’m excited yet hesitant for the things to come, but a positive change is something I need in my life.
Lots of love,