So when did it all fall into place? About a month and a half ago when we got an offer - right before we left for big weekend trip to Chicago. We were excited and nervous about it - wanting it to really happen and not thinking it actually would come through. But it happened, we had a great inspection and a final date to move out of our very first home.
The final date? Well it also meant we had only a small window of time to find our next new home. The problem? We have work schedules that were nutty and all of the houses we even liked online were sold with in a matter of days. Stressful? Yes. Exciting? Yes. Which feeling out weighed the other? Stress...hands down.
Luckily, we were able to look a couple one Thursday before the crowd of house hunters went out on the weekend. An offer was made...rather quickly...and what seemed like forever, we got the acceptance notice the next night. I think we were both in shock that we put in an offer and it was accepted.
Everything seemed to be falling into place, with the minor exception of having no where to live for a month. It's a good thing my parents were kind enough to open their doors to their new house. Not only for us, but for our slobbery, 70 lb bundle of fur. While our roommate experience can be a whole other post, I will say it's been great - at least for us, I don't know what I can say for my parents.
So we began packing up our little house. Our little house full of a lot of crap...I mean out stuff. I honestly couldn't remember how much stuff we actually had, until it all started to gather in our spare bedroom. Yikes. That sucker filled up quickly.
However, packing went slower than expected. For some reason packing, walking up and down stairs, and trying to put stuff in boxes is a little harder when there is a baby in your stomach.
|Preggers has to put up her feet while packing|
"Babe, what do we need to do?"
"Um, see all the stuff? It needs to be packed."
"Well, what needs to be done?"
"Seriously? You are seriously asking me that?"
Okay - so they didn't always go exactly like that - but my dear husband realized that pregnancy hormones are no joking matter and on occasion I let him know that his, ahem, "jokes," were not hitting my funny bone.
We met our deadline though. Everything was packed and ready to be moved out bright and early on a Saturday morning. A quick donut and coffee run and we were ready for our movers - our family.
So many memories in those four walls. Memories that won't always be captured in pictures or on the blog, but memories that will stay with us as we close that chapter in our lives and move on to the next. While it may have been a little easier for me to say goodbye to that house on 10th Street, I know Tony will miss it. As his first bachelor pad, he made sure that we were safe in our first home and that there was always a roof over our heads.
We were lucky to have great neighbors - although a few might have been questionable, at least they were entertainment. As we move forward, we are excited to get into our new house, decorate, and of course bring home our little meatball to our new family home.
Goodbye to our first home - thank you for giving us memories, even the bad ones. And I'm sure that we'll drive by and check on your updates later. Although Tony might have already crept past to see if your new owners have moved in.
|Goodbye House! We'll always remember you!|