renters

It's official.  We're renters.  Two weeks ago we signed the papers and officially sold our home.  I wondered what I would feel like.  I wondered if I'd cry.  I didn't.  I guess just signing a few papers didn't translate in my brain into the fact that we no longer own this wonderful house.  I guess things don't feel any different since we're renting it back until our new home is finished and we don't have to actually move yet.  But every time I vacuum I think to myself ... "I wonder how many more times I'll vacuum this house."  Every time I clean the bathrooms I think ... "I wonder how many more times I'll clean these bathrooms."  Our new home is scheduled to be finished around the end of June.  Five weeks.  I wonder what I will feel like when we move.  I wonder if I'll cry.

The truth is, we have loved living in this house.  Good things, no, great things have happened here.  My boys were so little when we moved in.  Emery was five, Sam was two, and Luke was just two weeks old.  Now they're practically half grown!  Emery is twelve, Sam is ten, and Luke is seven.  And (for the most part) they're great boys and I love seeing who they're becoming.  I know that living in this neighborhood, in this ward, in this home have all played a huge role in helping to raise my boys.  We've been really happy here.

Emery, Sam & Luke in front of our house

2002

Ben and I have grown in many ways, as well. This was our first real home, and after moving ten times in five years, we were happy to finally settle in and put down some roots. During our time here, we have been blessed. We've experienced a job loss and a job change (definitely for the better), served in many ward callings that have helped us learn and grow spiritually, and loved the opportunity to associate with and live among amazing families.

2010

I just keep reminding myself that the wonderful friendships we've made over the last seven years won't end just because we're moving a few miles away.