Last night was the last night we will ever spend as a family in this house. Moving is such a simple thing for some people, like my husband a self proclaimed Army Brat, but I am still very new to all of this. My parents have lived in the same house for 32 years now. I was born there and I grew up there. When I was of college age, I moved in with my sister. She was living in my grandparents old house about 30 mins away. Before they passed away, they lived in that house for probably about 45 years. That is what you do in my family, you buy a house and keep it forever. The Army life is a little different.
We bought this house about 3 and a half years ago. We didn't know much about buying a house back then, but I we learned ALOT. When you are buying your first house, you don't know what you really need in a house. For example, this house has very few closets. There is one in each bedroom, but that is about it. We now know that is important to us in our next house. This house also has no garbage disposable, and while I know one of those are pretty simple to install we just never got around to it. The next house better have one of those, because I am so sick of scooping bits of food out of the drain. There are alot of great things about this house, but I am pretty sure the most important thing we have learned is what we DON'T like in a home.
The one thing I will always LOVE about this house are the memories.
This is where we became a family.
This is where the laughing, smiling, fighting, and crying all happened.
This is where we found out we were infertile.
This is where we did all of our infertility treatments.
This is where I got my BFP and then took all of those weekly belly shots in the mirror.
This is where I went into labor.
And
This is where we brought London home from the hospital.
This was my little boys first HOME.
This is our first house taken the day that we moved in. Alot has changed since then, but this was it on February 14, 2007.
I am not going to lie, I got pretty sentimental last night looking at London sleeping in his room for the last time. Thinking about all the firsts that happened in this house. When I finally realized, it is not this HOUSE that I will miss so much, it is all of those moments that I will probably forget when we walk out of the front door for the last time. Right now I am reminded of some of the silly little memories that happened in this house just because I live here. I remember London spilling my nail polish on the carpet because I look at that stain every morning. Will I remember that when we leave? What about remembering when the dogs were puppies? I can't help but be reminded of them when I see the base board that they chewed in the bathroom. Will I forget that when I leave? I know this is all silly little stuff, and I know there are a million more memories to be made along the way. It's just so hard to let go. Have I mentioned that I don't do change very well? Well I need to go pack the stuff that I am going to take with us. We won't see our household goods until July 1, when we finally close on our house. So it is important that I take everything I will need in the next month with me now. At this rate, the movers might come on Friday to an empty house. I am pretty sure I need all of this stuff. I am going to try to take just the bare essentials though. So my list will probably look something like this: clean panties, Toothbrush, straightening iron, diapers, and most importantly my TIVO.
So to the house that has been a HOME to my little family for the last 3 years, I have just one thing left to say...in the words of the greatest pop band to every grace the stage "Bye Bye Bye!" *Nsync (yes, you read that right. *Nsync will always be #1 in my book haha).