If you read this post, you know we are moving.
We bought our first home before Ava, and poured our heart into making it a “home”. The truth is that there is nothing wrong with our first house, and we would still be happy there today if only it was about 30 minutes closer to our families. That’s the funny thing about shopping for homes before you have children, but with children in mind you think … with the right space, good enough schools, a neighborhood with a pool and a playground, you’ll be set. For the most part, that’s true until you find yourself commuting to a daycare 40 minutes away from where you live, and having a fully decorated nursery upstairs but it being too far from your bedroom. We didn’t plan for that. We also didn’t plan on traveling to the other side of town most weekends for “fun”.
Yesterday, we signed over the documents that make our house, no longer our home. We said goodbye to the home where we brought home our baby. We said goodbye to the home that made us home owners, and that taught us the ups (and downs) of home ownership. I haven’t been emotional until now. I remember the first time we saw that house, and the excitement where I knew it was “the one” and that it was perfect for us. I remember locking the door behind us when we would see it on the weekends, so no one could come inside “our” home. I remember surprising Sean with a positive pregnancy test and telling him he was going to be a dad. I remember praying over the home during Hurricane Harvey and praying we had a safe space to bring Ava home to. I remember decorating Ava’s nursery and praying for it to be a place of comfort (and secretly praying that she loved pinked as much as I do). I remember Sean attempting to hang a 50 lb mirror with two nail hooks. I remember our first Christmas and hosting our families. I remember the garage poses I bargained with my husband to take.
Now it’s time for our first home to help create memories for a new family. I pray that it brings them as much joy as it brought us over the past two years. (and sorry about the grass) And while they’re restarting and making memories at our first home, I know we’ll be doing the same in our new one. In the end, although we’ll miss our first home and all of the memories it brought, we are definitely excited about our new home and all of the memories it will bring.
What’s your favorite memory from your first home? If you don’t have a first home yet, what memory are you looking forward to? I’d love to reminisce with you all in the comments below!
House Tour Below: