I took this photo down by our river on our walk afterwards. I loved the way the sun was shining through my tear stained face. The past year has riddled me with knowing what to do with my parents house. My heart has been so torn with what I desire and what is feasible in reality, along with not being selfish with just my own feelings in the mix, b/c I am not the only person in my world. Money has been an issue. Emotions of my dad's suicide has been an issue. But losing this piece of my heart has also been a big issue.
People tell me all day long... its just house, your memories are in your heart. just take lots of photos. that was your parents dream, make your own. the list goes on and on and on, and honestly... none of them make me feel better. some of them even piss me off. Im probably alot more attached to things than alot of people, I'm sentimental as $%&*. Losing my parents was out of my hands, I couldn't control that. And now even though I feel like I should be able to, I can't control this either. It's been a long process, and as we really prepare to put the house up for sale, its becoming ever so real. Moving the shed for some reason feels final. It's a huge shed, and we are having to put up a good chunk of change just to get it to our house. It feels like once we do this, there is no turning back. I know that is not truth.. but there has to come a point where I feel content with this decision. I need to get to a point where I can walk away feeling a weight lifted, a freedom, a release. Right now, I just feel rage. That is the best word I can use. When I think of selling their home I feel my body clench and I want to put my fist through a wall. (and this is not a feeling I feel about anything very often)...