Unpacking the Box, Listing the House, Keeping the Heart

(Or, What 15-Year-Old Me Taught 44-Year-Old Me—And Vice Versa)

The house is officially on the market.

I feel like I did in high school or college—when I had a big test or project due, and I knew I’d pull it off somehow, but never quite knew how. And once it was done, the studying and worrying all blurred together like a movie I watched half-asleep.

Getting the house on the market feels exactly like that.

It took famil…