Last week we said goodbye to our first home we owned. We lived there for four and a half years and I honestly loved all of our time spent there. It was a beautiful little home (built in 1943) with lots of character. The neighborhood was safe and happy with people who genuinely loved and cared for one another. I made lifelong friends in that neighborhood and I’m so grateful for that.
This was the home where we brought Emmett and Flora home from the hospital. This was the home where Harrison and Emmett learned to walk, talk, crawl, eat, run, etc. We grew as a family here and made countless memories. I’m forever grateful for our time spent here. I will remember this home with fondness for the rest of my life.
It was definitely time for us to move. It was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. We felt good about it and still do, but that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t still a little heart wrenching to walk through it the final time, knowing I’d never be inside its adorable walls again. Bittersweet is the perfect term for it.
It was a great place and will always hold great memories. Now onto the next adventure.