So, we did a thing. We sold our house. We capped off nine and half years of love, updates and hard work with two-months of craziness. The last 60 days included getting out house on the market in 48-hours, staging everything with two busy toddlers under foot, and selling it 72-hours later after over twenty showings and multiple offers. We close in exactly one week and I am feeling all the feelings: sadness, excitement, anxiety, exhaustion, gratitude.
I used to joke that we would never move. Never. Like, seriously, never. Last summer, our long awaited dream of updating the exterior was complete after 4-months of Nick's hard work and 9-years of my vision. Our house had never looked more beautiful. Some days when I would pull up to the house after work I would have to pause and take in how great it finally looked. As it was completed, I should have known that finishing this project was the next step toward moving. It was the last bit of sweat equity the house needed to truly show off all we had put in over the past decade.
As we finish the mad dash of packing up our things (why do we own so much stuff?), our house isn't quite feeling like our home anymore. It is bittersweet, but it is also good. Because this home is going to house another family- one more in a long 115 years of families who have created memories, raised families and felt the comfort and protection of a solid, foundation and a roof over their head.
This last week is a transition week. It is a time to remember the excitement of two, very young adults, nearly a decade ago, getting the key for the first time and walking into the home where they would create a family. It is also a time to think of a new family continuing their story in this home, and bringing new babies into the house too, feeling that same love and excitement that we felt.
It is bittersweet, but it is also life; taking something precious, holding on to it but also letting it evolve and grow into something new that can be shared with others.
Thank you, Winifred.
