Perhaps It's Time to Go

I've been toying with the idea for a few weeks now, and I've mentioned it to a few people in my life, but I think it's time to put it in words on the blog:

I think I'm going to put my house on the market after the holidays.

Maybe February-ish.

I'm comfortable here. I like it here. But I also don't think I belong here anymore. And I don't want to worry about shoveling snow and mowing grass and dealing with a basement where Rick died.

I love my neighborhood. I love my house. But I've come to the conclusion that I don't love it enough to stay.

I have absolutely no idea what the plan will be for the cats and me, and it may take a while for things to get moving with this process. There is no concrete strategy at this point, just a decision to go.

It's weird to think about not living here. I've been here for 7.5 years. But this was a chapter in my story. And I'm almost ready to turn the page.