I'm in the final stages of taking the flat apart in preparation for our move. I keep crying because this has been a good place for us. As I peel dd's pictures off the walls/fridge/windowa etc, it feels like we're marking the end of an important era in our lives and it makes me teary. I'm deconstructing our physical and emotional home where we lived for most of dd's life.
At the beginning, I was fairly ruthless about throwing away things (for a packrat ), but now it feels I'm saying goodbye to a time and space that has meant more to me than any other.....it doesn't make sense to hold on to her favourite baby/toddler bath toys (for example), but it makes me sad to bin them. Getting teary again.
Back to packing......