Well... we got our answer on the house, and the answer was a "Yes!" We ended up getting the house that we wanted. Granted we had to pay a little bit more for it... but it is in the school system we wanted and the neighborhood we wanted. The house is much bigger than our current one plus we are paying less for it than we paid for our first home (with a better interest rate).
Is it perfect....? Nope, not by a long shot. There is a lot of fixing that has to happen - some cosmetic, some more serious. We learned there was a reason there were no pictures of any of the 3 bathrooms. The poor toilets, their curtains don't match their carpets (or more to the point... the lids don't match the bowls.) Don't get me started on the giant monstrosity of a fireplace that dominates the family room. Not to mention... (but I will) yet again, it looks like we will be having to put another roof on another house. Yay.
Do I love it....? Yep, I think I do. It has made me a believer in love at first sight, since I have only seen it (on the inside) once. That in itself is a scary enough notion.
Even though I have been preoccupied with all the things that a 'responsible adult' has to do to sell one home and buy another, the anticipation has been steadily growing. There is one thing I didn't take into consideration...how I feel about the house we are leaving.
While I'm excited for the new house, the title of this blog really belongs to the place we are selling this coming Friday. All the years I spent thinking about my dream house, I never appreciated the home I had.
That hit me like a ton of bricks Sunday night as we emptied our home of all the things that would be going with us - and some that won't. I walked through each of the rooms, listening to the echo of my footsteps. I tried to remember some memory to cherish from each of them.
Our living room, the heart of our house...where we spent countless hours playing, watching movies and loosing the remote. The room where Hailey took her first steps, by flashlight, during a power outage.
The dining room, and the floor remodeling job from hell - which turned out to be one of the nicest rooms in the house. The host to Nathan's weekly guy's night and the place where numerous pumpkin carving parties have been held.
Our bedroom...where I was privileged to watch my wonderful husband fall asleep with our newborn baby on his chest. Where Madison, The Most Awesome of All Cats... playfully batted away each tear I shed on the night of 9/11.
Hailey's room, don't get me started on the memories in there. Nursery murals, bedtime stories and princess castles....even finding the carpenter ants in the window sill - are now treasured memories.
Our kitchen, with its '4 year/ 4 coats of paint' cabinet repainting project - the place where the anti-vampire taco was born. Our entry to the house, and our exit....it all needs to be locked away in that special place where the memories are still as fresh as the day they happened.
I know it is a house of plaster, brick and in our case, really expensive shingles. You take the love that was in it with you. But it still somehow seems like a family member... like the most awesome of cats who now lies in its garden. You know that day is going to come when you have to say goodbye, but it is never easy.
Goodbye Most Awesome of All Homes, I hope they love you like we did.
Is it perfect....? Nope, not by a long shot. There is a lot of fixing that has to happen - some cosmetic, some more serious. We learned there was a reason there were no pictures of any of the 3 bathrooms. The poor toilets, their curtains don't match their carpets (or more to the point... the lids don't match the bowls.) Don't get me started on the giant monstrosity of a fireplace that dominates the family room. Not to mention... (but I will) yet again, it looks like we will be having to put another roof on another house. Yay.
Do I love it....? Yep, I think I do. It has made me a believer in love at first sight, since I have only seen it (on the inside) once. That in itself is a scary enough notion.
Even though I have been preoccupied with all the things that a 'responsible adult' has to do to sell one home and buy another, the anticipation has been steadily growing. There is one thing I didn't take into consideration...how I feel about the house we are leaving.
While I'm excited for the new house, the title of this blog really belongs to the place we are selling this coming Friday. All the years I spent thinking about my dream house, I never appreciated the home I had.
That hit me like a ton of bricks Sunday night as we emptied our home of all the things that would be going with us - and some that won't. I walked through each of the rooms, listening to the echo of my footsteps. I tried to remember some memory to cherish from each of them.
Our living room, the heart of our house...where we spent countless hours playing, watching movies and loosing the remote. The room where Hailey took her first steps, by flashlight, during a power outage.
The dining room, and the floor remodeling job from hell - which turned out to be one of the nicest rooms in the house. The host to Nathan's weekly guy's night and the place where numerous pumpkin carving parties have been held.
Our bedroom...where I was privileged to watch my wonderful husband fall asleep with our newborn baby on his chest. Where Madison, The Most Awesome of All Cats... playfully batted away each tear I shed on the night of 9/11.
Hailey's room, don't get me started on the memories in there. Nursery murals, bedtime stories and princess castles....even finding the carpenter ants in the window sill - are now treasured memories.
Our kitchen, with its '4 year/ 4 coats of paint' cabinet repainting project - the place where the anti-vampire taco was born. Our entry to the house, and our exit....it all needs to be locked away in that special place where the memories are still as fresh as the day they happened.
I know it is a house of plaster, brick and in our case, really expensive shingles. You take the love that was in it with you. But it still somehow seems like a family member... like the most awesome of cats who now lies in its garden. You know that day is going to come when you have to say goodbye, but it is never easy.
Goodbye Most Awesome of All Homes, I hope they love you like we did.
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