Today we closed on our house.
That sounds so… generic? for our house of 8 years. To say goodbye to a place that has been our shelter, safe haven, but most of all, our home.
I made the obligatory Facebook status about the sale of our first house, but how could I convey the bittersweet feeling in such a brief status?
I decided to elaborate here.
In this house, we have argued over paint colors (mostly me not liking what I chose and asking TheBaldEagle to paint it again), laughed until we cried, and cried until we laughed.
In this house we have brought home three tightly bundled babies held close to our hearts. I’ve hugged my husband in the darkness of the night as his shoulders shook with sobs over the loss of his grandparents. We’ve woken to the cries of sick children and fallen asleep with them nestled against our chests.
In this house, we’ve scrubbed purple crayon off the walls (multiple times), burnt cookies, and spilled red-colored drinks on light-colored carpet (oi vey). We’ve gone for walks, failed bike riding lessons, and skinned knees. We’ve kissed boo boos, watched sunsets, and caught fireflies.
In this house, we’ve had first birthday parties, cookouts (which may or may not have singed eyebrows), and played croquet–badly. We’ve picked vegetables from our very own garden, forgotten to pick vegetables from our very own garden, and lamented that our very own garden could produce so very many friggin tomatoes!
In this house we’ve made home movies, a rap song about ice cream Sundays, and danced. We’ve pretended to be lost astronauts, princesses in disguise, and an alien circus. We’ve told stores in the backyard, eaten melting popsicles, and drank hot tea when it rained (or was it smoothies?).
In this house we’ve cursed college courses, celebrated obtaining new degrees, and started new careers. We’ve looked at our reflections and sworn off cookies (or maybe that was just me) only to relapse into an Oreo addiction, gained weight, lost weight, and gained weight again.
In this house we’ve argued to the point we thought we’d break, cried over nothing and everything, and laughed about ridiculous things only we would get.
In this house we have loved deeply. But mostly, in this house we have lived.