It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.
~Author Unknown
~Author Unknown
On December 18th we were forced to move from the only home Tom and I had shared together since being married in June 2004. Our landlord got a divorce last year and decided to sell the townhouse (or rather, he had to sell it), so we had no choice but to move. Even though we were renters we cared for it like it was our own home.
I was especially sad to leave since I had lived in that home longer than I had lived anywhere in my whole life. So to say I was emotionally attached to it is an understatement. After only 5 weeks notice with Thanksgiving and Christmas in there, packing (mostly by myself), cleaning, etc. we moved the day before the blizzard hit. We wanted to be in our new place by Christmas so we could enjoy the holiday and then go back and clean.
So on January 2nd Tom and I said a very tearful good-bye to our first home. As we shut the door for the last time I was flooded with memories. Like coming back from our honeymoon, finding it decorated by friends and filled with all the wedding presents. I remembered all the good times Tom and I shared there before becoming parents. I relived bringing Tennyson home from the hospital and all the amazing life he gave to that house, learning to walk, running through the kitchen and hearing his little feet smack the floor, leaving fingerprints on the back door, and playing in the sprinkler in the backyard. And more recently I pictured again walking through the front door with little Raleigh.
I was especially sad to leave since I had lived in that home longer than I had lived anywhere in my whole life. So to say I was emotionally attached to it is an understatement. After only 5 weeks notice with Thanksgiving and Christmas in there, packing (mostly by myself), cleaning, etc. we moved the day before the blizzard hit. We wanted to be in our new place by Christmas so we could enjoy the holiday and then go back and clean.
So on January 2nd Tom and I said a very tearful good-bye to our first home. As we shut the door for the last time I was flooded with memories. Like coming back from our honeymoon, finding it decorated by friends and filled with all the wedding presents. I remembered all the good times Tom and I shared there before becoming parents. I relived bringing Tennyson home from the hospital and all the amazing life he gave to that house, learning to walk, running through the kitchen and hearing his little feet smack the floor, leaving fingerprints on the back door, and playing in the sprinkler in the backyard. And more recently I pictured again walking through the front door with little Raleigh.
It just broke our hearts to leave it, but life goes on. On the upside, we are in a more convenient location with a 3rd bedroom. But we miss the roominess of the old place, the big backyard, and our neighbors. However, we are optimistically looking forward to all the precious memories we will make in our new place. Afterall, home is where you are surrounded by the ones you love and not the house itself.
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