It is almost 10 pm. The movers came this morning and packed their truck full of our furniture, boxes and memories. Joe and I put the baby to bed in the nursery for the last time and celebrated with Chinese food in the bed while watching a movie. We aren't quite done packing the rest of our things...but tomorrow we will wake up early and do it before our friends come over to help us move. I just tiptoed on the wooden floors down the long hallway to peek on my baby girl sleeping peacefully in the precious nursery that we poured our love into. The house is quiet on this last night.
The grout is cracking on a bunch of tiles in the kitchen, the countertops in the kitchen are discolored, there is rotten wood on the shed and cracks in the foundation. I could go on and on....
But I love this house. My heart hurts to leave this house. There are tears streaming down my cheeks as I type this.
I often form sentimental attachment to things. I cried when I sold my first car, I cried when my parents sold the trampoline, I cried when we sold our couch. Yes, these are just things...but they are associated with memories...special memories...and for me it is hard to let them go. I think that is why I am so attached to this house. I grew up in the same house my whole life, and aside from college had never lived anywhere else. When I graduated, I moved back to the house and lived with my parents so I could save a lot of money. A few years later I met Joe and we bought a house together after we got engaged. Enter "Holmes Circle". Being the wonderful daughter that I am and respecting my parents wishes, we did not live together before we were married. Joe lived in the house and I stayed at home with my parents. I never spent the night...and on our wedding night, instead of going to a fancy hotel, we came to our house and spent our first night together as man and wife.
This is my "nest". It's the place where I became a wife and then a mother. This is the place where we have lived for the past 6.5 years.
If walls could talk, they would tell you of movie nights on the couch, lots of "theme" parties with friends, fires in the backyard and dinner parties. They would tell you about many of walks around the neighborhood, yard work, and projects.
They would tell you of a girl crying herself to sleep because she was missing her mother so much.
They would tell you of a girl sleeping with the lights on because she was afraid when her husband was out of town for a month.
They would tell you of a very surprised girl...seeing those two lines and staring at herself in the bathroom mirror..waiting to tell him until he got home from a trip. Of the woodwork and walls he painted to get ready, the armoire that he refinished and the chandelier that he hung. Of the nursery that they brought their baby girl home to. Of many nights going up and down the hall to the nursery...just to make sure she was still breathing. Of the trees in the front yard that the baby loved to look at. Of the first smiles, first tastes, first laughs.
They would tell you of a little girl, rolling in her crib and babbling up a storm while mommy and daddy listen.
We have done a lot in this old house in the last 6.5 years. We will love our next home and I look forward to the memories that await us. But because of all that has happened here, this house will always have a piece of my heart.
Good-bye Holmes Circle. Thank you for providing a beautiful place for the beginning of our family.
*Thank you Leslie @ Walking in Memphis for the inspiration for this blogpost. I read yours several months ago and just knew I needed to do it too when we moved.
The grout is cracking on a bunch of tiles in the kitchen, the countertops in the kitchen are discolored, there is rotten wood on the shed and cracks in the foundation. I could go on and on....
But I love this house. My heart hurts to leave this house. There are tears streaming down my cheeks as I type this.
I often form sentimental attachment to things. I cried when I sold my first car, I cried when my parents sold the trampoline, I cried when we sold our couch. Yes, these are just things...but they are associated with memories...special memories...and for me it is hard to let them go. I think that is why I am so attached to this house. I grew up in the same house my whole life, and aside from college had never lived anywhere else. When I graduated, I moved back to the house and lived with my parents so I could save a lot of money. A few years later I met Joe and we bought a house together after we got engaged. Enter "Holmes Circle". Being the wonderful daughter that I am and respecting my parents wishes, we did not live together before we were married. Joe lived in the house and I stayed at home with my parents. I never spent the night...and on our wedding night, instead of going to a fancy hotel, we came to our house and spent our first night together as man and wife.
This is my "nest". It's the place where I became a wife and then a mother. This is the place where we have lived for the past 6.5 years.
If walls could talk, they would tell you of movie nights on the couch, lots of "theme" parties with friends, fires in the backyard and dinner parties. They would tell you about many of walks around the neighborhood, yard work, and projects.
They would tell you of a girl crying herself to sleep because she was missing her mother so much.
They would tell you of a girl sleeping with the lights on because she was afraid when her husband was out of town for a month.
They would tell you of a very surprised girl...seeing those two lines and staring at herself in the bathroom mirror..waiting to tell him until he got home from a trip. Of the woodwork and walls he painted to get ready, the armoire that he refinished and the chandelier that he hung. Of the nursery that they brought their baby girl home to. Of many nights going up and down the hall to the nursery...just to make sure she was still breathing. Of the trees in the front yard that the baby loved to look at. Of the first smiles, first tastes, first laughs.
They would tell you of a little girl, rolling in her crib and babbling up a storm while mommy and daddy listen.
We have done a lot in this old house in the last 6.5 years. We will love our next home and I look forward to the memories that await us. But because of all that has happened here, this house will always have a piece of my heart.
Good-bye Holmes Circle. Thank you for providing a beautiful place for the beginning of our family.
*Thank you Leslie @ Walking in Memphis for the inspiration for this blogpost. I read yours several months ago and just knew I needed to do it too when we moved.
