In less than a week we close on our home and will no longer live in the first house that Pook and I ever bought together. To me it’s more than our first home. It was our first big purchase soon after we wed. It’s the home where we partied in with friends’ pre-kids. It’s the home where Pook and I had numerous pointless arguments. It’s the home where Pook and I learned how to love one another unconditionally. It’s the home where we decided that we wanted to expand our family. It’s the home I used to come home to each day after work and tell Pook how much I would love to be a stay at home Mom. It’s the home where we brought our son to for the first time. It’s the home where I spent each day once I did become a stay at home Mom. It’s the home that we brought our daughter to after her birth. It’s the home where we didn’t have a backyard so our dog had to shit on rock. It’s the home where I learned to cook. It’s the home where I burnt and screwed up tons of meals. It’s the home that I cried in because I knew I sucked at cooking. It’s the home where I accepted the fact that it’s hard for me to provide gourmet meals for my family each night. It’s the home where we had frozen fish sticks for dinner because I couldn’t even cook them like the freaking box said. It’s the home where I constantly worried if my kids were going to fall down the stairs. It’s the home where I fell in love with my children, where they learned to crawl, walk, run, smile and laugh. Most importantly our home was where we all learned how to love.
I just realized that I cried my eyes out the entire time I wrote the paragraph above. Emotional much? I think so! I know I bitched non-stop about living in a three story home, but really though it was manageable and fun with one baby. Once Lucy Rose came along it was just too hard having Cole on the 1st floor with all of us on the 3rd floor. Nonetheless, I am going to miss this house like crazy. I might even miss the annoying bikers that I almost hit each day (there’s a bike shop across the street). Even though I’m sad, I’m also thrilled and can’t wait for the new chapter in our lives and I look forward to making the new house our home. During this last week I’m trying to get as many pictures as possible of the kids in our home … because dude, it’s their first home … and I want them to know what it was like. As you can tell I’m a bit sentimental when it comes to this place. We’ll miss you Blossom Street, please be good to the new owners!
p.s. I’ve always been kind of weird about posting pictures of my house on this blog of mine, because I feel like there is a sense of privacy that I owe to myself and to my family. Hell, now that we’re leaving anyone care to see our crib? Probably not, but I’ll just go ahead and post these pictures anyways so one day I can look back and be all … “Awwwww our first home!”
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
~John Ed Pearce
Courtyard
Walking in from the front door … See, Cole’s room?
View from Cole’s room
Cole’s room
Living Room
Dining Room
Kitchen
Lucy Rose’s Room
Master
Another view of master … I’m really going to miss having his and her closets.
My home away from home, the bathtub. If I could I’d take a bath over a shower any day. I will definitly miss having a tub in the master bath.
Master bath again.
Well guys. that’s it. My home in a nut shell. Better get my butt back to packing while the babies are napping. Anyone that wants to come help pack/move feel free to volunteer. I’ll provide food and booze the whole time you’re here! You know you wanna!!
