Seventeen years ago, we were in our 'starter' home. (My husband had bought the house before we were dating, so I played no part in the decision of which home to buy.)
I knew it wasn't permanent, and quite frankly, I hated that house. I hated everything about it- the location, the layout, the horrible neighbors, everything.
Almost a year to the day after our daughter was born, we moved into our dream home. I couldn't wait to get out of the old house. As we did our final walk-through, I was surprised to find myself tearing up.
We brought our daughter home to this house, starting a new phase in our life. I thought of the 'firsts' that took place in this home... her first smile, the first time she rolled over, the first meal she ate, the first time she crawled, her first swing in the tree in the backyard... and I left with a fondness instead of a 'get me out of here' attitude.
I still drive by that house sometimes. Your new home will grow to be as big of a part of your heart as the old one was. Give it time. Think of all of the new 'firsts' that you will have in this home... it's okay to be emotional!