I always knew that it would be incredibly hard to say goodbye to this old house. We have taken it from a state of shambles, a house closer to being torn down than lived in, and turned it in to a beautiful place of warmth and love for us and our four kids. I love this house. I will always love this house. In a way, I don't feel like I owned it. It was around far before I was born, or my parents were born, or their parents. It has seen more time go by than I ever will. We are not the first to love it, nor to shed a tear when they left. We have given it our time, energy and love and now it is time for it to shine for someone else.
As for us, we are taking a step backward, a big step backward, to work on another house in need. This time, we are going back to my roots. Going back home. We will be moving into the house I grew up in. And it needs our help. The house is a old two room house from the late 1800's that had a house built around it. It's a small farmhouse, out in the country, and I can't wait to see it restored to the state it deserves.
Tonight we signed the papers. Tomorrow we start packing the boxes. And very soon we begin a whole new adventure...
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I understand the way you felt. It' really a bot sad sa leave a home
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