We handed over the keys on Monday…well, actually, we turned over the garage door openers since we couldn’t find the keys.
I feel pretty bitter/sweet about that little fact.
I totally thought I was fine.
I mean, this has been a pretty crazy journey ever since we bought our new house to remodel back forever ago. I have gone through the whole gamete of emotions from being completely gloomy and melancholy thinking about moving away (Dave has one picture of me bawling after church one day in the process) to being so excited. We have gone through so much crazy stuff with remodeling that helped me get so ready to move.
In the last few months we have moved to the new house and have cleared out little by little in the old, but as of last Thursday there was still a LOT of stuff there.
Our fridge broke before we left, flooding the wood floor. Luckily insurance took care of getting it refinished but it took this to get it done:
It was a pretty crazy process.
That created a LOT of dust.
The new owners picked out the new color.
(They picked the darker one and it looks so great all done.)
Dave and I mis-judged when the closing would take place. We had some trouble with the appraisal so we figured it would take a while to close. Luckily, because we were getting ready to host this:
…at our new house. (Dave’s parents’ 50th wedding anniversary weekend celebration.)
We worked like crazy people to get some things situated and to get some things in our new home and yard done before the party started. Somewhere in the midst of it all, last Thursday we realized June 9th was Monday.
And that that little home sale we had been waiting on was going to go through that day, ready or not.
So we had three days to clear that house out in the midst of the huge extended family gathering. And did I mention it was pretty darn full of stuff? Stuff we hoped would find a new good home since we had to change a lot of things in our new house.
So my sweet-as-pie friends came to the rescue.
One of them had done a home decor sale before and knew exactly how to run it and brought her own stuff since she’s moving too. Another came over one morning and saw my deer-in-the-headlights expression and stayed all day to help me move things and get ready. Another couple came that night to help man the sale. And when not everything was gone by the end of the night two of them helped me put on a garage sale the next morning at 6 (they brought stuff too). I had to leave early for the extended family program stuff, and they took care of the rest. Honestly, they make me want to cry they were SO incredibly helpful. And I didn’t get ONE picture of ANY of all that craziness.
The only thing I got was a quick picture of this awesome family who bought enough that they had to bring back a trailer to haul it all away.
We took down each and every measurement on our “measuring door” on our pantry before we painted over it.
THAT was sad.
When Dave first started writing this record he vowed we would just take this door with us to wherever we moved some day. And we really thought about it. But we were in such a rush and we didn’t know if we could find another one like it to replace it with. Part of me thinks we should have held out.
Elle patched up all the holes:
Claire and Grace did touch-up paint:
The sweetest friends came to help move the remaining boxes and bulk stuff still in the garage.
I’ll tell you what, we worked hard.
And so did those dear friends of ours.
So after all that craziness I figured I’d rip off the band-aid and just skip away from that old home despite my sentimentality just to be done with the juggling.
But as I sat there taking pictures on the tail end of our crazy ride to get everything moved out of there way more quickly than we anticipated, I have to admit I shed a few tears.
How could I let that thing go? How can I let go of where Lucy learned to walk right there in front of that kitchen island:
She would stand there for hours playing with canned food in the cabinet and learned to balance.
How could I walk away from that kitchen where I prepared ten thousand meals, my children at my side?
My children built a gazillion forts and we had hundreds of Family Home Evenings here:
There was the “time out” corner over by that map we used when the kids were little.
Later it morphed into the place to old our job charts week after week as we tried our best to teach our children to work hard and be responsible (HERE).
There was the stairs we used as our “fighting bench,”
…and where a hundred children slid down laughing gleefully in sleeping bags.
And the trampoline that has been worth it’s weight in gold with how much jumping and fun has been had there.
And let’s just take note of those pretty vines I’ve been patiently waiting to grow up to beautify that wall:
Grace found a place where she used to stash treats. Max split his chin open on that front sidewalk and learned to dunk a basketball in that hoop on the driveway.
That home is where we have built our family.
Back in Virginia where we lived for six years before we moved here is where we were seedlings. We had our three babies. We rented from house to house. We weren’t ready to settle.
But when we got to this one we put down our roots. It was the first home we ever purchased.
And the first one we’ve ever sold.
And it’s filled to the very brim with memories that have made our lives rich and beautiful. It all made me think a bunch about THIS POST my friend Sarah wrote about her experience at an estate sale. All the memories locked up in so much of that stuff we sold and in the walls of that home.
And yesterday we walked away from it on to a new adventure.
Our new adventure is going to rock. We love our new home with all our hearts and the memories have already started heaping up in this thing. We are so incredibly grateful for it!
But there will always be a special spot in our hearts for that great home of ours we have grown together in.
It’s where we became “US.”
And we are so very grateful we get to pass it on to a new family we think will love it as much as we have.
There’s a lot to say about a home and how it molds a family.
So grateful that one that took care of us for so long.