Farewell to the old home

On Thursday, mourning doves were cooing when we arrived at our old house for the final cleanup and to say 'farewell'. My husband and I were both a little tearful and since then I've been puzzling over 'why' our emotions welled up in this way. Maybe because we experienced so much love and light in that home?

Still, it's strange, because we are already making the new place our own and know that we'll be happy here. Nevertheless, the heart has it's reasons and sometimes it's hard to figure out what they're all about! Partly, I believe, how we feel about moving to a new situation has something to do with the balance of push and pull. When, in late 1992, we were thinking about leaving South Africa because the opportunity to come to North America had arisen, we wanted it very much to be about the pull, rather than the push to get out of what was then a very uncertain future. Yes, it felt good and right to come here. And truly, it does feel good and right that we're where we are now. Truly.