Tuesday, September 25th was the day. The day we closed on the sale of our first house. The house we bought on a whim when we were young. The house where Trent proposed to me. The house we started married life in. The house and yard we poured our heart & soul into. The house we brought Dylan home to. There have been many, many more good memories and some not so good. But for 9.5 years almost to the day, it was “home.”
The past few weeks have been filled with excitement, chaos and a bit of sadness all mixed as we found our way from closing on the old, renting back for a few days, closing on the new and, of course, literally moving every belonging we own.
As of a week ago, we are officially in our new house. Still getting settled. Still adjusting. The new house is starting to look and feel a bit like home. And the new memories have begun such as the moment my mom brought Dylan after our move and he ran from room to room squealing and jumping up & down with joy. I was too excited myself in having him back that I didn’t even manage a photo. 🙂 But it was a sure sign of many happy moments to come as we create our new home together.