2014: Both my Best and Worst Year Ever

People have already started asking if I have made any resolutions for next year. Do we all still do resolutions? And if we do, do we keep them? I used to when I was younger – I believe I made the ‘become organized’ resolution about 10 years in a row, and did it ever work – hell no 😉

2014 was a year of extreme highs and extreme lows for me. Having Babygirl and watching her grow and explore has been nothing short of amazing. But Gran passed away at the end of March, and the months that followed involved cleaning out and selling her house – an activity that really made me feel like I was punched in the gut, as you may recall from an earlier post. To this day, I cannot drive through her neighborhood without my mind filling with memories and making tears spring to my eyes.

So in other words, 2014 was a year of HUGE change and major growth for me. I’ve lost the one family member who was probably the most important to me growing up, but I gained a new family member who IS the most important to me now! I live my life differently now that I’m a Mom. I’m still lucky enough to be able to take time for my interests and friends, but I’ve needed to adapt to my new life. I find I appreciate the little things more, and material things way less.

So to answer the resolutions question: No. I haven’t made any resolutions. I’m going to continue with the same course I’m on now. I do hope 2015 brings less change, but also more growth. And as for that organization quest – well maybe I’ll get around to that – eventually 😉


When is a house a home?

A few days ago my family home was sold. It was the house my maternal Grandparents bought over 60 years years ago and where I spent most of my time growing up. My Grandparents have both passed away and family has been living in the house until recently but they decided it was too much upkeep.

This house holds a lot of memories for me: helping Grandpa in the basement and out in the garden, doing puzzles with Gran on the kitchen table, and sitting on the front porch counting cars going by with Grandpa. Christmas, and other family dinners were all held here, and every family member has some old furniture stored in the huge basement. Even as a teenager and adult I visited Gran there often and chatted with her well into the night.

My family is mostly relieved to be rid of the house. My Mom says it is just a house now, no longer a home, since my Grandparents aren’t there anymore and it’s the memories that matter and not the structure. For me the house holds most of my 36 years of memories – I dread driving by the house and seeing unfamiliar cars in the driveway, and I fear the house may be changed to make it unrecognizable.

The sale is almost complete so the only thing I can do now is look forward and concentrate on making a home for my new family with the same kind of love and happy memories I was fortunate to grow up with.

And to the new owners: please enjoy and take care of our home.