It’s been just under 24 hours since we handed over the keys to our first home. We rented that home for over three years, and we treated it like our own.
It’s probably not normal for renters to linger at the final walk through, talking with the rental company’s representative, taking photos, and [possibly] crying. Over the last few days G and I have been talking about memories we have in our first home as we’ve watched packers pack our things, guys load a truck full of our stuff, and then turn over the keys to an empty home.
When we were looking for a rental house in the spring of 2014, we walked in and simultaneously looked at each other and said, “This is it! This is our house!”
And it has been. Literally since that day when we drove straight back to the rental agency with excitement and signed the lease. It’s been a place where we’ve truly lived.
As we move on from our first home, we will remember with gratitude:
- This being the place we came home to from our honeymoon.
- Bringing our pups home when we first got each of them.
- Watching Piper sunbathe on the big window sill in the living room.
- Being close enough to run to the YMCA.
- Driving down the street to the dog park to meet friends.
- All the miles of runs and bike rides I put in on the streets of that neighborhood.
- The home G missed while deployed for 9 months.
- Redecorating G’s guitar room into a legit jam room for a “Welcome Home from Deployment” present.
- Walking into the backyard on my first married birthday and G surprising me with a kayak. Then the next day having friends from Austin in our house surprising me for a party.
- Hosting friends and family and gatherings.
- G learning my love for rearranging furniture as the living room was constantly being changed.
- All the amazing meals my husband cooked in that kitchen.
- While nesting as newlyweds we tried to put window film on our backdoor and it was a marital disaster. Then this past Monday we removed it and worked quite well as a team. #growth
- Logging a ton of hours of work from within those walls.
- The ways our marriage has grown and changed over the last three years.
Thank you Holly Oak. You’ve been so good to us.