It's not you, it's me

We're moving.  Just across town, about 6 miles or so.  The new house was in great shape but in the last few weeks we've changed all the paint and replaced all the carpet.  It's now ready for us. 

The packers come tomorrow.  Then again on Saturday.  By Monday all our big stuff will be moved and I anticipate Monday night being our first night in the new house. 

I feel like I'm breaking up with this house.  It will soon be called The Old House.  It's making me very sad.  This house has been so good to us.  We've brought 2 of our 3 babies home to this house.  We've hosted the best parties and celebrations in this house.  We've made the best friends at dinners in this house.

This is a voluntary move to someplace bigger and better.  But now I'm feeling so sorry for this house.  The Old House.  That it doesn't feel big enough or good enough for us anymore.

I'm sorry, Old House.  I will always love you.

I know.  I'm cray.

It's not you, it's me.