Ch-Ch-Changes.....

I've lived in the same place for almost 7 years. I've had my share of complaints, but I genuinely love my place. With landlords who didn't really care what we did......this place became "home" very quickly. I love Nashville oh so much, and this part of Nashville is where I have been for over 10 years - I can't imagine not being in this immediate area.

But unfortunately, we loved it more than the landlords. We took wonderful care of the place, we hired fantastic lawn guys, we painted - this place has been well maintained by the tenants for years. But the "big" stuff that needed to be done kept being ignored by the landlords. When they finally sent someone out last year, they told him to do a patch job only. (Which doesn't solve a major mold problem brought on by a major pipe problem nor does it solve the floor in the bathrooms giving out enough for someone to fall through!)

A neighbor let us know that the landlords put the place on the market in September but didn't mention it to us. As soon as we said something to them on 1/4, they sent us a generic letter telling us to go ahead and be out in February. Gee, thanks!

I'm not upset they put the place on the market, but I sure wish they had told us and actually communicated with us - especially given how long we've been tenants and how much love and work we put into this place. A little bit of communication would make this so much smoother.

So I threw myself into looking for a new place in the past two weeks. Success -- and now the time to pack has come. Who knew this was going to be such an emotional transition? When did I basically become Maggie Seaver going from room to room thinking of when I moved in and all the great memories in this place? I know every neighbor in this area.  I know everything that goes on in this area. I cried having tea on the front porch today because tea on the front steps has always been my thing & I miss it already.

Fortunately, I'm only going 2 miles away - so I'm still in the area I love and know like the back of my hand. The neighbor on the other side is going a mile, so he's close and we'll easily be able to meet up for our lunches and dinners. And we've discovered the mold in the place is what's causing some of my health issues -- so this is a genuine good move.

Doesn't mean I'm not gonna miss this place like crazy. And all the great memories here. I'll miss little making a cup of tea on Halloween and going outside to  Cliff's porch and sitting around talking & passing out candy to the kids. But change is good. And I'll embrace the upcoming changes.

And still cherish the memories of sleepovers here when littlest love was a little smaller!