As I sit here tonight, we've got most of our clothes, moved out, the kids are asleep in my parents guest bedroom and Bax and I are very much exhausted from a weekend of packing , moving, and house hunting. We did find a house today that looks promising, the price is definitely right, and we're making an offer. It doesn't have quite the appeal of our first one (mostly because I'm jaded right now) but it's got definite potential. I'll hold my tongue and bite my lip until the deal is allll done. We've asked for only 3 weeks until closing so that'll put us in a house in good time.
We're pretty much moved out of the house that has been our home for more than five years now. When we moved in, we had one child (one on the way, though) and we saw the world quite differently. We've gone through vocational changes, big financial changes, a huge family growth spurt, and so much more. Our home was always a place that (although I never thought we gave in to it's full potential) we could go and just be. That's what owning a home is about. It's having a place you can call your own.. Although we've worked so hard to get out of the house, I can't help but be a bit nostalgic about all the memories we've made there. I can only hope that wherever we land will be as much of a blessing to us as this place has been. And as I listen to my mom and dad snoring in their room, I'm reminded that yes, no matter where you live, you can go home again.
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