In four days, we move to our rental. In 10, we close on the sale of this old house.
To the house, I was just a blip. Just six years of the 120 it's seen. But to me, it's been quite a chapter.
I had my second baby in this house, battled the baby blues, got a big promotion, saw my marriage dissolve, found myself in a whirlwind romance, got married, and built a life as a blended family. This house saw it all. I potty trained two boys here, saw them both crack their heads open, hosted holidays and dinner parties, practiced baseball in the backyard and painted the bedroom as our first married project.
I've shed more tears in the shower, spent more time leaning wistfully against the door casings, and done more laps chasing little feet on these hardwood floors.
Thank you old house. I leave you a stronger, wiser, happier woman. And I hope that your next chapter echoes with as much laughter but, perhaps, a few less tears. I know my next chapter will, as well.