Moving On

The clock has passed midnight, so it's officially moving day. Although I'm way behind in sleep and blogging, I've told myself that I'm going to take a few moments to reflect on our time at this house before we officially start living in our new one. This is mostly stream of consciousness; please accept my apologies in advance.

This house has come with ups and downs. It tested us in many ways as we struggled to find a decorating style that made us both comfortable and challenged us as we struggled to keep up with the work it needed. There were certainly times when I hated this house and wanted nothing more than to never see it again.

That said, this house has also seen some really terrific memories. It's the house where George and I grew from a dating couple to engaged couple to married couple to parents. We've thrown a few good parties and shared a lot of hours lounging on the floor. We've cooked and shared some spectacular meals in its kitchen. It'll always be the place that, on July 12, 2009, George carried me across the threshold as his wife and, on June 28, 2012, we brought Madeleine home to begin our life as a family of three. This is the place where George's dad totally surprised me by coming from New Zealand for my law school graduation, where I opened my letter from the WSBA to learn that I'd passed the bar exam, where we found out that we'd be having a baby.

Over the past five and a half years, George and I have laughed and cried in this house and made it our home. Many times during our new home search, we'd return here and comment on how it felt so much more comfortable than any of the places that we'd seen. Yet, less than two months ago, we went into another house and felt like it could be our home - probably our "forever" home. Tomorrow, we'll move our earthly belongings from this home to that house and begin anew the process of building a home.