|Source - A friend posted this on facebook|
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Today, I Shall Celebrate
Today I am celebrating.
Today is 1 year since I made a life changing decision.
Today, 1 year ago, I bought my new house.
The day Seth died, I knew I didn't want to live in our house anymore.
I took my counselors advise, and waited for the 1 year sadiversary to make any life changing decisions.
3 months before the 1 year sadiversary hit, I suddenly had the strangest thing happen. I would be sleeping and I would wake up in middle of the night. I would sit up in bed, terrified, and not have the slightest clue where I was. I would get up and turn on the light, and stand in our bedroom, terrified, confused, and even with the light on, I had no clue where I was.
I lived in our house for 11 years, and I suddenly had no clue where I was.
It was one of the scariest times I have ever faced. To be in our home, scared, and not knowing where I was.
It was a horrible feeling. That went on for 3 months.
I finally came to the conclusion that I was no longer home. I was in a strange, scary place, that I didn't want to be in.
As soon as the 1 year mark hit, I was out looking for a house.
I looked at 2 houses. When I walked into the 3rd house, I stood in the doorway, not even seeing the house yet, and started crying. After a year, I was finally home. It didn't matter to me what the house looked like, I was home. (Luckily the house was cute and didn't need much work!).
I made an offer on it that night. After my friends and family came to look at the house, and I had made my offer, I sat in my car in the driveway and cried. I didn't want to turn around and go “home” when I was already home. I didn't want to spend one more second in our home.
I still dragged myself to our home, and waited for all the real estate transactions to happen.
I remember sitting on the floor in our home, looking around, thinking “I have lived here for 11 years?? It doesn't feel like I ever lived here.”
Our house had become an empty shell of a house. It felt so empty and cold.
Our home was no longer my home.
Finally closing day came. I closed on November 18th, 2011.
I went and signed all the paperwork, and got the keys to my home.
I drove to our home after.
It was snowing, and when I pulled into our drive way, I sat in my car. I didn't want to go inside. I debated about getting a sleeping bag and sleeping on the floor in my house until I could get moved.
Through my tears, I looked at our front door, and there it was. A huge (about the size of a baseball), orange, monarch butterfly was on our front door.
(Back story, when Seth died, I wrote him a letter that was cremated with him. The only thing I can remember that the letter said is “When you are thinking of me, send me an orange butterfly”).
When I saw the butterfly, I was angry. How dare someone play this kind of joke on me??
It’s middle of November, snowing outside, of course the butterfly was fake!
As I started walking up to our front door, the butterfly started moving, and then flew away.
I was in complete shock.
That was when I knew, without a doubt, I had just made the best decision for myself.
I knew it was time for me to go, and I never looked back.
I have never once regretted the move.
Moving out of our home and into my home, was a turning point in my grief.
I never felt like I was abandoning my memories that our house kept.
I knew that my brain and heart kept my memories of Seth and our life together.
A house did not keep those memories.
I often times forget that I spent 11 years living somewhere else. It feels like I have lived in my house my whole life. When I am reminded that I haven’t lived in my house my whole life, I get a major case of whiplash.
I haven’t had the problem of waking up and not knowing where I am since I moved.
I wake up in middle of the night, and know exactly where I am.
I feel safe and at home.
On a bad day, I want to run to my safe place.
One of my favorite songs is - I’m coming home, by Diddy Dirty Money.
In the song there is a verse that says “is a house really a home when your loved ones are gone?”
Without a doubt, buying my house is one of the best things I have done for myself since Seth’s death.
If you are struggling with this decision, remember a house does not hold your memories.
Your brain and heart hold those memories.
As long as you have those two, you will always have your memories.