I'm staring at my mom's garden in winter these days. She is going to move from the house that was family home for over 30 years. So much to pack up, all while in midst of Christmas with the little one. She already took some cuts to plant at her new space (it's an apartment under my dad's apartment in my brother's house that was my grandma's house which my father was supposed to inherit, but as he never saved a dime, my brother jumped in, took a huge credit and is in charge now), checking out the garden space there. We measured the inner of the apartment yesterday, but I'm sure she already measured the garden, too. Though it's bigger, it'll be easier to handle among three parties that get along (for now).
Anyway - I feel her state of mind in every word that you write. But as you write - the experience that you gathered will help you build a paradise, maybe even more beautiful than the last.
Jamie said yesterday, as he organized his shed, that we probably are feeling emotional because all of our possessions have been moving around. I'm not sure I feel that. I'm just glad to have a shake up and get rid of the old and organize shit. It feels fresh.
It's definitely hard moving though in a short time span. That seems hard for your Mum for sure but at least she has help, right? And it seems like a positive move for her. Like ours!
My big problem is impatience. It'll be a while before Jamie's keen to get the shovel out.
I feel like I'm getting ready for something new, too. Not right yet, but soon. I'd really like something together with my gf, though that's always a risk, especially considering that we're with kids (of which one is in puberty). Will see...
For mom it's more necessity than wanting. But that's what it is, and there are a lot of perks of living in the new flat. She'll make it her own in no time, both the flat and the garden. She already knows the neighborhood very well, a lot of her friends live there - I think out of 14 houses, 9 are friends of hers. Still, lots of nostalgia.