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My house started out, before we were married, as a 2 bedroom, with an office, a basement movie room in addition to the regular living room, a dance floor and a bar.
Shortly after, we were married and 2 kids were on the way, we still had the office, still had the bar, the dance floor became a storage space for old toys and we never used the basement movie room.
A year and a half later another kid on the way, the house became a 3 bedroom with an office in the basement with an attached playroom.
The kids grew up a little, we had no use for the big baby toys like Exersaucers and such. The bar made another appearance as well as a new downstairs kid playroom and TV viewing area.
Now, the house is but a shell with just the bare bones of 3 bedrooms, a workout room and an empty bar. Tomorrow, the house is to be listed for sale so we can start our new life in Virginia and the house will start its new life under someone else’s care.
I suppose it’s true for all houses, but it seems this one has seen a tremendous amount of change over the past 9 years and just thinking that I’ve spent a quarter of my life here just makes me a little nostalgic. Nostalgic for that first night we spent here all moved in and the little dog next door barking all night just a few feet from our bedroom window. Nostalgic for the first time I carried the girls into the house. Nostalgic for the time I painted all 3 bedrooms in a day by myself (okay, not so much that day). Nostalgic for all of the baby gate placements, the trips downstairs for a beer, the movie nights downstairs, the birthday parties, all of the shelf hanging, furniture moving, Christmas decorations put up and taken down, all the different family pictures that have hung in our home.
Everybody probably feels the same way about their home, but this one is mine until tomorrow. Soon it will be someone else’s and will give another person or family another life. My family’s home will be 1200 miles away, but I’ll always think of the good times at this home.
