it seems very strange to think about our last few days in our Alabaster house. we're planning to be officially out by the end of this month, but we'll probably be mostly moved up to Hoover before then. and the little things that we've grown accustomed to at our current house will be missed. there are a few things at our house that we wish we could transplant into our new house.
like our built-in bookcase in the basement. or our crapemyrtle by the mailbox. i'll even miss our old clunky oven and stained carpets. mainly because we put alot of our lives into that house.
for the first time in my life, i laid tile in our kitchen (at an angle no less!). i fixed the squeaky steps going to the top floor. i replaced our garage door. that house is where i came home after i graduated optometry school. that house is where we found out that brooke got into pharmacy school. that house will always be the house where me and mark and david and big red played scattergories till 4:00 am the night of the Skynard concert. that house will be the house we spent night after night playing cashflow and nertz with ryan and kelly. we've had halloween parties, Christmases, hurricane parties, and Bible studies there. and in 15 days, it will all be just a memory.
our kids will never toddle up and down the steps we climbed a million times. they'll never play in the backyard i dreaded having to cut. they'll never know what our monster in the fridge sounded like. we'll just have to try to describe it.
but we get to make some new memories soon. we're unimaginably excited about this new house and all it offers. but it's bittersweet to realize the piece of ourselves we have to give up to get it.
5 comments:
Sounds so much like myself! It took a full year to have our new house feel like home. The hurricane party!!! Watching ELF right before going to hospital jail! I can't wait to see the new house. You are going to love it.
You younguns' don't know the half of it. I lived in a house for 30 years and you can only imagine the memories I left behind when I moved. You think the last night there is hardest thing until you get ready to walk out the door for the last time. Best advice I can give you is to hold on to the memories you made but look forward to making the new ones. It's a brand new adventure getting started for you. Much luck in the new place. Love you, Aunt Pat
The house at Marbury still gets my heart everytime I see it when I go to mom's house. Joey was born there and Kirk was 4 when we moved in. That house was a part of us and will always be - we became a family in that house and we grew up together in that little house. If you think this is hard, just wait till you have children and they leave your little house:) But it REALLY does only get better. I would not change one thing! So much more awaits~
Take lots of pictures...photos of every room, the front and back lawn, then you can show those to your babies when you are looking through your scrapbooks and say, "See, this was our first home." I am so Korny!!!;D But really...take pictures.
Love, Aunt Laura
I agree with the taking pictures thing. I bought my first house 6 months out of college and single. When Teale and I got married the decision to move was actually an easy decision. The house was just too small. Moving stuff out wasn't hard, but then the night before closing I went over there one last time to get a few things I had left behind. Turning those lights off and closing that door behind me for the last time was TOUGH. I don't know what it was. I guess it's because it had a little piece of me in it. Everytime I see the last episode of "Friends" I think about moving out of that house.
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