So, unlike all the other moves I’ve made in my life – this one I knew all my neighbors ahead of time.


My first trip into my new house, many gathered around to carry boxes inside and look at the floors and cabinets (some members are still making design decisions on their houses).  My second load got me in around midnight so no one was out to help and, to be honest, it is different to have a community around. I’ve lived in my house over the mountain for 13 years and I hadn’t realized how set I was in my ways.  Go home, make dinner, help the kids with homework, watch TV. Now I see neighbors out on the porch and want to be social as well as balance unpacking boxes and helping the kids with the new school’s homework and honestly, dinner has suffered. We haven’t gotten into a grove with that yet but soon hope to use the stove instead of the microwave (Thank you Co-housing Gods for Common Meal!)


I thought I would slowly move out of the old house to this one – like months.  Instead, this weekend was the final run for stuff since my sister put her foot down and said it’s time to get it ready for the market  (I rented from my mother for years). See, emptying houses has not been a stranger to my siblings and I. My mother passed away in May of 2018.  It was not unexpected but this past May my step mother died suddenly and joined my dad who left us barely two years previously. So, my siblings and I emptied both of their houses.  It’s amazing how much stuff collects. Some are interesting to find – notes and letters, others are now my furniture like my grandmother’s desk and my other grandmother’s 1960’s table.  Even with the occasional treasure found, it’s a long, draining, stressful process. Emptying my house was more for joy – moving to a wonderful new house and intentional community yet emotions are still at the brink when you realize you have to say goodbye to a house that nurtured you for years.  A letting go to say hello to a new life.

About CJ

I was a Spanish teacher for 5 years in the Public School system in 3 different states. I homeschooled and taught at a democratic free school. I heard about cohousing in 2010 and wanted to move in right away. I met a group building one in 2018 and got to move in the summer of 2019. It only took a year to want out.
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