Moving
My family recently moved into a bigger and more forever kind of home. When we came here seven years ago we had very little money and an eight-month-old baby girl. We were so grateful to get the beautiful house we were able to purchase and we loved living in it. It was in a small and friendly neighborhood and we backed up to the woods and we made many memories there. Last spring I had decided that it was time to come up with a plan and start looking for a larger home that would meet the needs of our larger family. Through a series of events, we found a home in late August, put ours on the market by the end of September and closed on both houses just a few days before Christmas. It was incredibly busy and stressful and I am just now beginning to process the emotion of it all.
I am sentimental and get attached easily to people and things. I loved our old house. I brought three babies home to that house. I had my first little garden, hosted many baby showers and Christmas parties, and landscaped it all myself. My oldest two children learned how to ride their bikes on that street and would play outside with the neighbor kids every day after school. I loved how the staircase looked with lit garland on it at Christmas time.
But we needed a garage that we could pull our car into and I wanted a nice, flat yard for the kids to play in, as well as another bedroom. I wanted a formal dining room connected to my kitchen for all of the hosting I do. Which is why we moved into a beautiful new home that has all the space we need. It has taken months but it is finally starting to feel like home. We had to work out lots of little kinks and a few big ones and I've spent hours scouring websites for what we need and even more hours painting and organizing, but we're getting there. It isn't finished and won't be for awhile but at least we're in a good place where it feels like we live here and we're happy about that.
I still really miss my neighbors/friends and our quiet little street. I miss backing up to the woods and never having to close my back blinds. I miss all of my recess lighting and a gas water heater. On the other hand I now love my yard, my two-car garage, the fireplace, that my oldest daughter is thriving having her own space, that we have a driveway our friends can park on instead of being in the street, that there is plenty of room for everything in my kitchen, we can host 15 people without even breaking a sweat, and most of all that this is where my baby will take his first steps.
Even though we just moved up the street it has still been an emotional journey for me. People keep asking me if I love my house and I haven't been able to say yes yet but we're almost there. I do love it for all of its potential and mostly that my family is all together here and happy and safe. I also appreciate how easy it is to host people we love both from out of town and our local friends for dinners and parties because it is really the people, our family and friends, that make it feel like home.
I am sentimental and get attached easily to people and things. I loved our old house. I brought three babies home to that house. I had my first little garden, hosted many baby showers and Christmas parties, and landscaped it all myself. My oldest two children learned how to ride their bikes on that street and would play outside with the neighbor kids every day after school. I loved how the staircase looked with lit garland on it at Christmas time.
But we needed a garage that we could pull our car into and I wanted a nice, flat yard for the kids to play in, as well as another bedroom. I wanted a formal dining room connected to my kitchen for all of the hosting I do. Which is why we moved into a beautiful new home that has all the space we need. It has taken months but it is finally starting to feel like home. We had to work out lots of little kinks and a few big ones and I've spent hours scouring websites for what we need and even more hours painting and organizing, but we're getting there. It isn't finished and won't be for awhile but at least we're in a good place where it feels like we live here and we're happy about that.
I still really miss my neighbors/friends and our quiet little street. I miss backing up to the woods and never having to close my back blinds. I miss all of my recess lighting and a gas water heater. On the other hand I now love my yard, my two-car garage, the fireplace, that my oldest daughter is thriving having her own space, that we have a driveway our friends can park on instead of being in the street, that there is plenty of room for everything in my kitchen, we can host 15 people without even breaking a sweat, and most of all that this is where my baby will take his first steps.
Even though we just moved up the street it has still been an emotional journey for me. People keep asking me if I love my house and I haven't been able to say yes yet but we're almost there. I do love it for all of its potential and mostly that my family is all together here and happy and safe. I also appreciate how easy it is to host people we love both from out of town and our local friends for dinners and parties because it is really the people, our family and friends, that make it feel like home.
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