Someone once told me that selling a house and moving is one of the most stressful things in life to do. I completely agree! I have been in the the middle of this stress for the last three months.
After making the decision to go ahead with plans to sell the house (youngest graduating in a few weeks) and downsizing, a lot of work was in front of us. We painted and updated almost every room in the house during spare time from work, projects taking just over two months. Contractors taking care of things we couldn’t, mostly on the exterior and yard. Going through everything in the house from top to bottom, organizing, packing, throwing things away, donating others. Cleaning, staging, and finally listing the house.
We had an offer in 1 day! 1 day!
Now it’s go time! I thought the tough work was done? Oh no, there’s more to do. Now to do final organizing, and packing everything else that hasn’t been packed. The scheduling, finding a new place, yep, this is stressful.
I’ve only moved once since my college days. Because I took a relocation opportunity with my employer at the time, the selling of the house, the packing, the moving, were all done for me. Not true this time. That was 17 years ago. Fast forward to now, and not only am I much older, but much less forgiving. This has been a very hard process!
I’ve been in my attic four out of the last six days, going through boxes, uncovering things I had forgotten all about. I am tired! I did uncover some true gems though…. like my High School letter jacket, old vinyl albums, tennis trophies from my younger days of competitive tennis, scrapbooks, and countless photo albums and pictures from a life that seems a lifetime ago. Treasures really. I found my class ring, and I found this, which I had no idea I actually saved.
Introducing, an artifact from 21 years ago. My first race bib!
I don’t remember that I ever kept it, that was the most surprising discovery of all the last few days. My first ever race, back in 1995. A race in Batavia, NY. A 10k. I have no idea what my finish time was, believe me, I’ve tried finding online results, they just don’t exist. I just remember that day in July being scortchingly hot, and running my heart out til I almost collapsed. I have the race shirt somewhere, too. I just can’t find it, but one day I will.
This journey of packing up my life to move has really been eventful. I’ve dusted off some old memories (even popping in a few Prince cassettes, yes cassettes, into the tape deck to listen to) while I worked at cleaning up my life in the house. It’s now time to finalize my life here, where my kids grew up, and start a new journey. It’s all bittersweet, but looking forward to this next step in life.
Once I finally have a permanent new home, that race bib will be the first one hung. That bib signifies a running journey that began so long ago. As the final days approach before my 27th marathon, having stolen a peek at where my running days began kind of brings this race full circle. Even though my upcoming Herald of Victory Marathon in Binghamton, NY will be in a different city from my first foot race, it will still be in the same state where it all began for me. Back on the streets of New York.