So I haven't been as good about keeping up with this as I thought. We bought a house at the end of June and have been getting it ready to move in. We are now ready and have started slowly getting things in. I find it hard to even find time to eat let alone type my thoughts here.
The last few days our current house has started to look a little different. Things are disappearing from the floors and walls. What once used to be wall to wall furniture with things stuck in every nook and cranny is now starting to look quite bare.
We have been so blessed to have lived in this little house. We are truly grateful to my parents and aunt and uncle for letting us live here while we worked towards getting our own place. Time has flown by. When we first moved in we figured we would be here for a year maybe two and now we are approaching four and a half years.
This little house is quite old as far as houses go and it is definitely showing its age. We have had our share of "issues" here, including mold, leaky pipes, water tasting like metal, a basement that floods even with the smallest amount of rain, and a few other things. We are definitely looking forward to a newer home (that will have its own issues too I'm sure) and not having to deal with some of these things anymore.
That being said though, today I had a very unexpected rush of emotions. I was in Mason's room taking down the jungle baby decor that has been up since about two months before he was born. I turned to see a blank wall and suddenly found myself teary-eyed. Here again as I type and think, I find myself emotional. I stood in his doorway looking at a room with only a bed and curtains thinking of the wonderful times we have had in this old house.
Maintenance issues aside, we have been really happy here. We have had so many wonderful moments in this home. I suddenly realized the wonderful, happy times heavily outweigh the bad moments of dealing with some of the problems.
I realized today that it doesn't matter how nice or big your house is if you have made it a home. I have spent many days cussing the little things in this house and today I have realized this old house is a home. It has been our home for the past several years. We have had so many special moments here that will stay in my heart forever. The memories of mold, wet basement floors and clogged pipes will be forgotten but the love and precious moments we have shared here will stay in my heart forever.
My heart is full today as we prepare to say goodbye to this little home. I am grateful for the shelter it has given us. It has been a safe, comforting place despite the issues it has had. So goodbye old girl. Thanks for the memories.
