I am surprised to find that moving out of this house is a very emotional thing for me. I have lived here all of my adult life, 27 years, and the unknown scares me, although I think I will like the new place. In my cleaning I occasionally run across things from my past life with my ex. Then there's the fear that the cats, who are all such creatures of habit, will not adapt, since this is the only home they've ever known. We have our routines...when I walk in the door, little Ociee goes to the spot were she does somersaults until we rub her tummy, etc. and the others have the spots they land to get petted, etc.
The thought that we won't be doing these things in these places EVER AGAIN makes me sad for some reason, although I know we will establish new rituals at the new house.
And then when I see friends here in Marietta and they seem so sad that we're moving, I feel like crying then, and usually do. BUT WE'RE ONLY MOVING 15 MILES AWAY!!!
Maybe this is bringing up stuff from my childhood and moving almost every year when my father was in the service, but boy, it's annoying. Maybe once I start getting furniture into the new house it will start feeling like ours.