You get used to a house. It's kind of like marriage. I am comfortable with this houses' love handles. I gave birth to my daughter in that bedroom. Just a few feet away. We had Thanksgiving and Christmas in that dining room. Our half pre-lit Christmas tree stood in front of that window. Countless mornings I have turned on that faucet half awake to make coffee. And in that very living room I have fallen in love over and over again with the man that I married as we cuddled on the couch watching our favorite shows. Under that chandelier we eat by candlelight once a week. The beginning of so many traditions, new phases of life, two children...
And yet we say goodbye once again. We will pack up a van, throw the kids in the car piled with our stuff. I will walk through the empty rooms one last time where once my son laughed and danced his little toddler dance. Not a speck of dust will be there to remember us by. The place where Logan scribbled on the wall will be painted over, the frame of our family picture will be replaced with strangers. I will say goodbye as I lock the door one last time.
We will make our new house a beautiful nest. Have more babies in it's bedrooms. It feels warm and welcoming. A new corner for our family. Our life seems to have been in fast forward since the day Jeremy and I met. We had so much time to make up. But now that we have two babies to love and nurture and a place to settle down, it's time to stop and listen. Make slow simple memories and enjoy stuffing that house to the brink with memories, happy times, sad times, our times.
Goodbye house with the blue walls, the paint chipping in the bathtub, book shelves that even we couldn't fill...we have loved you but we've moved on. We hope you do too, quickly.
