Goodbye house, hello hat

 My parents are moving out of my childhood home and into a new one that is closer to their granchildren and future grandchild (that bun who is currently in the oven). I am happy they will be closer, but I went to say goodbye to the house this weekend, and I felt so many feelings.

I try really hard to be present, and that's the way to go in general, but I also don't mind being totally consumed with nostalgia every once in a while. I lived in that house from ages 7 to 18, and I've been back to visit regularly cause, you know, my parents live there. I have so many memories! Staring out windows, playing in creeks, riding bikes, taking cranky teenage walks with my best friends...

I did a last "walk through" of the house to make sure my parents weren't purging anything I wanted. Mostly, I left with some of my mom's clothes. That hat? That's my mom's hat. She bought it for a wedding many, many years ago, and I pretty much love it.

I paired it with a maxi-skirt, brown cardigan and flats in a look I like to describe as "late winter staring at spring." The daffodils are out, people! It is happening! Eventually!

And by the time spring is sincerely here, my parents will be in their new home, and we'll start making new memories. I know so many people who are moving and getting married and changing their lives in dramatic ways. And, hey, we're having a baby so that's going to totally explode our lives too! Change is upon us. Might as well move forward.