This weekend was our last full weekend in our house. We move next Saturday at midday.
Even though we still own the house and will rent it out, we know in our hearts that we will probably never live here again.
J. has 6 years of secondary schooling ahead at a school a sizeable distance away, followed possibly by 4 years of University at who-knows-where.
The next decade of our life will be lived somewhere else.
By then, we’ll be an ’empty-nester’ couple. It is hard to imagine us returning to a two-storey house that’s too big for us and too hard to maintain as we age (though I do still cling faintly to the thought that J. might one day raise a family here and the connection will continue!)
It’s hard to face such life progressions so consciously. In our busy daily life, we never usually stop to think: in 10 short years, we will be here. All of us are in different worlds today to what our 10-year-future-selves might be in. It is hard to look one’s Future Self squarely in the face.
We are currently in this world, with a primary-school aged child, with young kids everywhere all around us, not an adult child in thought.
But house move or not, we will be leaving the world of primary-school parenting behind in a few short months. It’s very bitter-sweet.
There was some ‘closure’ for us given that this weekend was also J’s final game of football for the season. They won with a thumping 8-goal victory in a home game. J. was happy to kick a goal and the whole club were on a high with such a great season-ending game. It was a great ‘high’ to go out on for our final weekend here.
Even the dismal month-of-rain that we’ve had was put on hold this weekend. Blue skies and sunshine both Saturday and Sunday lifted morale for our final weekend at home.
There were celebrations in the club-room after the game and a big, final ‘Family Night’ ahead at the club tonight, which I know in J’s mind will be his chance to say goodbye.
J: centre-left, Number 44!
It is still hard to believe that four of the boys in this team ‘met’ as 6 week old babies, in our arms as somewhat bewildered new parents in ‘Mother’s Group’ at the Health Centre 12 years ago. The Health Centre backs on to the football oval, just a few metres back from the club room.
Most of the rest of the boys in the team are from J’s old school. It was great to see them all in the circle at the end of the game, arms around each other’s shoulders, singing the club song.
J. said yesterday that he is still so sad to leave: not just for leaving the school, but also the streets, the places, the neighbours, the house, the people and the memories and his childhood.
I am sad for him but also grateful. I always wanted him to be raised with a healthy sense of having had a ‘childhood home.’ I feel like it’s ‘mission accomplished’. He has grown up with a connection to a place he thinks of as ‘home.’ So he is luckier than many.
We will keep his childhood home and friendship connections here as long as we possibly can. But it is time to move on.
Various of the other kids are also moving on to new things as primary school draws quickly to a close for all of them.
And so: farewell, house. I have loved living here.