This post may get a bit personal, and I apologize. I know the vast majority of you come here for decor and DIY ideas, and I love giving them to you. If you couldn't care less about me, scroll down for our listing photos. No hard feelings.
If you want to read on, pull up a chair, grab a drink, and let's do this. As you can see, Pee Wee's Parlor (below) is empty. I brought the sofa and rug to the apartment (which I will show you all soon!)
The reason we are selling our House
is because I got a new job. This is all my fault.
Well, maybe not fault
, but the reason my husband is looking for a new job when he has a perfectly good one, the reason our house is on the market, the reason we're paying for an apartment and
house, and the reason I sleep alone at night without my family is my fault
. My choice. My doing.
I'm uprooting our family 80 miles away to new city for my Mental Health
, ultimately. One day in August, I had a complete and utter meltdown on my way to my old job. I was sobbing, shaking, hyperventilating and thinking awful things during that 3-mile drive. It was one of my darkest days. I never felt as low as I did that day, and once I got to work, it truly got worse. I knew I had to find a new job because life's too short to fear the place you spend 40+ hours a week.
I got the job offer for my current job five days later and took it. I decided my mental health was worth the sacrifice of leaving a home I loved, a town I loved and living away from my husband and Pee Wee for about 2 months. I don't regret my decision per se, but I want to stop feeling guilty about being so selfish in making this decision. All that is happening and stressing me out in my life is my own fault. My own doing. My anxiety issues are my own fault. It's a tough pill to swallow daily.