In July it will be the sixth year anniversary of us moving into our current home. We built this house and moved in exactly one month and one week before Nolan was born and came home for the first time. Since then we’ve brought two more wee ones bundled fresh from the hospital to here also. Three babies, three nurseries, countless memories.
Fast forward to today and we are for sure living in every square inch of this house. Everywhere I turn I feel like I’m tripping over someone else’s foot. There are signs all over this place that show how well loved it has been, a ding in a wall, a smudge of purple nail polish in the corner of the carpet, and many photos capturing sweet moments together. Every room is styled, which admittedly is bittersweet because I DO love shopping and yet I have nothing I need to buy.
Now we are a bit older, a bit wiser, and dare I say, mature? But the desire to plant our roots in a new place has been pulling on our heartstrings. I have always been fond of relocating to a new city, big or small, doesn’t matter. Growing up we moved often enough that the idea of change doesn’t scare me. I think there is a special set of skills you learn from settling into a new place and being forced to meet new people. I’m pretty thankful for those experiences and would welcome it if that door should ever open in the future.
For fun we decided to visit a few model homes in the area. Just for fun. We have casually talked about the area we would like to maybe buy our next home in and poked around the different subdivisions that have popped up recently. When we visited one of the builder’s model homes it was like love at first sight. I swear the heavens opened up and angel’s sang the hallelujah chorus as we walked through the door. For a second I mistook the sales agent for the Angel Gabriel.
The home was perfect, everything I could have ever wanted. It was larger, a two story with upgraded finishes and luxury options like marble counter tops, stonework, outdoor entertaining features, and specialty details. Oh, and a master closet that would make a Kardashian jealous. But it was also a bit out of price range. 🙁
It was enough to get me excited about thinking about moving and packing! For the longest time I was convinced the best option was to just burn everything down and start over.
Realistically, it would be at least two years before we could probably be ready to sell our house and buy a new one. Right now we are in the thick of life. Marriage, school, work, travel schedules, taking care of family obligations, and parenting an infant, a preschooler, and a soon-to-be-kindergartner. There is too much to do, there is always something to do. Our focus some days is just on surviving to bedtime. A trip to Target with no tears is a very big deal. An empty laundry basket is cause for celebration. And five full bellies is the definition of success.
My dream house is nice, but home will always be wherever we’re all together – even if we are on top of each other.
And that’s my favorite place to be.