Gah. Seven years of home.
When we first moved in, every single wall was brown paneling, and the downstairs was covered in carpet. There was a wall dividing the living room and kitchen, and a drop ceiling in the kitchen.
I've loved the character that came built into this first house mixed with the beauty of the exterior: white siding with black shutters.
The yard has an unexplained fertility. Everything we planted, with no experience to guide us, exploded: watermelons, tomatoes, broccoli, cucumbers, and fruit trees. On and on the list goes.
This home enjoyed quite the style evolution. I started with neon rugs and yellow couches (here's an around the house blog post from six years ago). Bringing home everything that felt "playful." I think in many ways it was my way of bringing childish things into our home when my heart was yearning for babies, but childless.
I carried Christian, Charlotte, Portia, and the first months of Felicity in this home, growing God given gifts.
We hosted Matthew's backyard birthday soup and fire pit parties year after year and welcomed friends and family for all sorts of events from Sunday lunches to bookclub.
This house has heard us cry and laugh, seen us at our unhealthiest and best, and then endured the months as we passionately pursued debt payoff to own it, free and clear.
Last week, covered in prayer, we put this home on the market and accepted a full-price offer on it. I'm ready. Ready to close this chapter and move (with our furniture) into our new home.
If you follow us on Instagram or my Facebook page stories you've seen that we're sanding the floors at our new house this week, and almost finished with that! At some point next week, we should be finished staining the floors and sealing them, and ready to begin the move from the camper to the house!!!
Four weeks from today, Miss Felicity is due to join us!
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