Home Sweet Home

Well, we move out in 18 days... but who's counting?   Although we have had the possibility of moving in our heads for 3 years now, I think I am finally ready.  Anytime we've had people come look at our house, it's been kinda hard for me to imagine not living here.  This house does hold a lot of sentimental significance for me over the last 4 1/2 years:

• it was the first real place of my own
• it is the first house I ever bought
• it was where my sister and I were roommates for about a year (and we painted, renovated, redecorated every inch of it with the help of great friends that first year)
• it was where I spent thousands of hours talking on the phone with Mike when we "dated" long-distance
• it was where he first kissed me
• it was where he proposed
• it was our first home together as a married couple
• it is the only home Josiah has ever known

So it's not just a house... it's our home.  And it's FULL of great memories.  But that being said, as Josiah has grown from a baby to a toddler and he bonks his head on the pretty laminate floors and I cringe as he comes toddling around the glass top tables, and every time we put a leash on Shelby to take her out to go potty for the hundredth time, and our yard isn't really "our" yard so we can't have a swingset or fun outdoor toys for Josiah, or I ride through a neighborhood with kids playing outside and wish we had that... it helps me let go.  It's not that I haven't loved our condo, but we're ready for something more family-friendly.  It's definitely harder to get excited when we can only see what we're letting go of, and we don't yet know what is next, but we are trusting that God is leading us and we know that the best is yet to come.