Today we’re closing on our little house. When we bought our house 2 years ago our intention was to stay here, to keep this house as an investment, to raise our children in this neighbourhood.
Just another thing changed because of the attack.
We’re excited about this upcoming stage in our life. I don’t want to mislead you. This was a decision we made to ease stress and financial burdens and once it appeared feasible there was a lot of joy in the decision. But it is very much a situation born from TBI.
We’ll no longer be living in the house where Jason proposed (I was so surprised I laughed instead of answering which I will never live down). But we also won’t be having coffee on the porch where I cried every morning between Jason’s attack and our wedding.
We’re saying goodbye to the garden we worked so hard to build this summer. At the same time we get to leave the kitchen that was the sight of so many screaming matches early on in TBI life (I had never thought about the dishwasher required so many complex thinking tasks, never mind cooking dinner).
We’re not going to see the neighbours we adore so much when we go for walks, but we also get a break from the awkward grocery store conversations with friends that drifted post TBI.
We have already moved to a beautiful house, with room for babies if we want them and hikes with our dog. We’re going to have trees and grass and be near water, because if we’ve learned anything this year it’s that there’s no point waiting until retirement to enjoy life. I’ve already started a new job where I’m not the boss and I don’t need to take responsibility for everything. I respect and admire my coworkers and I’m excited to meet new people every day. We’ll have more time for things we love, like hikes and dinners with friends and this blog. It’s not at all the life we pictured for 2016 but we are both excited to move into this next stage. It’s a decision we came to slowly but once it was in our heads nothing would have made us happier.
This one move depicts everything we have learned from these 17 months. You can have joy and laugh and move on with TBI in your life. But it’s always there, in some way, as a factor.