Monday, May 12, 2014

An Empty House

We have moved out. Completely. Our house is empty, and it echoes and it's weird.  We were last at the house a few days ago saying our good byes and talking about all the memories we shared there.

empty house, sold house, first house, echoe

empty house, sold house, first house, echoe

empty house, sold house, first house, echoe

empty house, sold house, first house, echoe

empty house, sold house, first house, echoe

empty house, sold house, first house, echoe

It doesn't smell like our house anymore, it smells like an old house.

As absolutely happy that the hubs and I are to be moving closer to our family, there are SO many things that I'm going to miss. Our neighbors first and foremost. They have been the best neighbors we could ask for. When we've had bon fires they haven't complained or called the police. A lot of the time they came over. When we've been up late sawing, drilling, nailing, they never complained, and we are grateful. I'm going to miss the alley way conversations, the chatting through the fence gossip. It makes me nervous, because we have been spoiled having such awesome neighbors, that not knowing who will be by us at our next house scares me.

We have pretty much painted and touched every square inch of our house. All of those memories, late nights working on projects, painting, caulking, tearing stuff up are all things that the hubs and I did together and I'll miss those times. We learned a lot in this house. It taught us patience, since no project ever went smoothly. This house taught us that under every rough exterior there can be an absolute beautiful inside. We learned a lot about the history of our house and love that we were able to make our mark on it, able to add our own story to the house.

We kicked cancers ass in this house. While cancer was a very scary experience for myself and my family, every step of the healing process was done through that house: Getting the news of my diagnosis, calling my surgeon, making tons of appointments, coming home after my surgeries, feeling like a junky as the hubs was helping me with the fertility drugs, healing, chemotherapy. This house, that we turned into our home, gave me warmth to heal after chemo, shelter to heal after surgeries and to just cry my eyes out when I was sad and I am forever grateful for our house.

While the hubs and I say bon-voyage to our house and close on it today, we pass the torch to the next owner to make many years of memories in the home. We are excited to move on to our next home, our hopefully forever home!

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