My house is on the market. The sign is out front and the MLS listing is posted. I'm going to miss this place. It's where I've brought three of my children home from the hospital. It's where I've dug in the dirt and made new flower beds. It's the house I never really wanted to leave. Yet, it is also the crowded house. The house with no good place to put homeschooling things or a lot of other things. The house without a place to build a swing set.

I know I'd feel better if the purple house were livable. If we had a place all ready for us. I'm not stepping out into a great unknown. At the very worst we'd have to find temporary housing for a month or two.

Today, though, as the reality of leaving the familiar sinks in, I'm sorry and wondering what I was thinking.