Yesterday, I visited the school that I will be showing at. The gallery was fairly small, with three walls for me to fill up. It was less intimidating than what I was expecting. It relieved a lot of the fears I was having and this should work out very well.
Afterwards, I headed to my parents house. I was helping them pack and move furniture into two Pod trailers that were sitting in the driveway. They sold their house and will be leaving for good on Monday. It was an incredibly sad day for me. I sat in my old room and went through boxes and boxes of random things I had stuffed away in the closet. I found my old softball gear and yearbooks and things that I hadn't really looked at in so long. That was my childhood house. I grew up there and lived there for 21 years. I will miss the beautiful flowers and plants my mother planted. Doing flips and handsprings down on the long front yard with the green grass under my feet. Playing basketball in the driveway. Playing roller hockey with my friends and neighbors in the street. Having birthday parties and sleepovers in the basement and in the backyard. Everything. All of these memories are flooding.
Try and pack 29 years away into boxes, you will realize it isn't so easy. I have never seen that house so empty before. It was quite a surreal feeling knowing that I will never step foot into that house again. It is actually, very overwhelming.
I guess the one part of the day that hit me hard was when I turned in my house keys to my mother. I didn't even want to give them up. I at least wanted some piece of the house that I could keep forever. Unfortunately, I must move on.
I will miss that house, most definitely. But, I realize this is a good thing. A good thing for my parents. And I'm really happy for them.
Today is a rainy day, quite fitting actually.