05/02/2026
Yesterday marked another milestone in season two of our life. Selling our home 🏠
Three years ago our third child flew the nest. Two of our three kids moved interstate and overseas. It was, without question, one of the hardest times of my life.
What blindsided me was the grief. I had a picture in my mind of what this “next stage” or “second season” would look like and it wasn’t going to plan.
The freedom that new parents can only dream of, the kind that feels light years away when you’re in the thick of after school activities and school lunches, suddenly became tangible. Almost reckless. Indulgent. And confronting.
What do you do with all that time?
We tried to fill the void.
Work. Study. Exercise. Planning. Doing. Striving.
Who was I in this new terrain?
And who were we?
Kids are buffers. A terrible thing to say, but a true one. Who are we when we no longer have children around to champion, to relish in, to argue over? It’s unfamiliar territory, the kind that could take an F-150 to navigate and still come out dented.
You might notice I shift between “I” and “we.” Some parts of this transition I feel deeply connected to my husband in. Others feel isolating like I’m slaying the dragon alone. Independent. Quietly fierce. But one thing I know to be true: I always return from the battle to the loving embrace of US.
So as I open the garage door and stare in disbelief at what needs to be done in the next 30 days, packing memories into boxes that will start with enthusiasm and likely end in tears (again) I remind myself gently:
Every transition carries uncertainty, excitement, trepidation… and eventually, acceptance.
This is what we call life ❤️