Last week in our first home

I’m currently admiring my garden as the sun begins to set. I can hear the crowds from the baseball games at the park near our home. The breeze rustling the leaves of our cherry tree.  A dog barking at the apartments across the way. Cars wizzing by. And the occasional train chugging along. 

Our house is old but it is perfect. In the evenings our entire backyard is in the shade, so it’s perfect for hosting parties during the summer. 

We’ve lived in this home the last 3 1/2 years. Braden had birthdays 2-5 in this backyard and it went up for sale on his 5th birthday. The backyard is huge. It’s home to a shed, plum tree, cherry tree, and two garden boxes Zach built. We have poured so much love in to this home. We have done countless projects along the way. We love our neighbors, and though it may be old, we loved this house too. We have learned so much as first time home owners, we’ve made mistakes and learned from them. 

We weren’t planning on moving any time soon. This new house literally fell in our laps and felt so right. It’s only a year old, same amount of bedrooms, still a good size yard, but it has a basement and an actual master bedroom and closet. It checked so many boxes of all the dreams we had for our old house and the deciding factor for us was that Madison didn’t have to change schools which would help with the anxiety about moving. Also the market is hot and we had quite a bit of equity in our home so financially it was the right thing to do as well. I am thankful to no longer be spending all our extra money fixing up this house. It will be a blessing all around, I think. 

This week I’m just trying to soak it all in. The good and the bad that this house has to offer. I will miss my garden. I will miss the view of the mountains from my bedroom window. I will miss how the afternoon light pours in the front room window. I will miss sitting on that couch watching cars pass by. I will miss seeing milo perched up on that same couch waiting for us to come home. I will miss waiving at all my friends as they pass by.  I will miss hearing baseball games on summer nights.