Missing My House

I am kicking myself...I wish I had taken pictures of my house decorated and now I miss it. Now that I am surrounded my stack after stack of boxes and messes that never seem to be clean I find myself missing walking into my living room and thinking how beautiful I thought it looked and how perfect my dining room was (and now sigh that my chalkboard art is smudged...I just have to remember it wouldn't make it through the move anyway) and all my fiestaware & antique Campbell's & french cooking ads in the kitchen (which still makes me a little happy, when it is actually clean, but only because the curtains are still up). I don't mean to sound like I am bragging about my "superb" (lol) decorating skills, it is just what I like to do (and they have evolved a lot since I bought my house). My house was comfortable, clean (most of the time) and pretty- it made me happy. I think this is all coming on because of the enormity of the change ahead of us, and how even though I know it is what needs to happen, and am super excited to have my family together again, it is so scary. The last time I moved, I was 18, young, carefree, and had almost no responsibility, and I was sooooo much braver (or so it seems right now). I know it will be okay. I will be brave and make new friends. We will be happy. Plus I get to decorate again, in whole new way...