We Moved!

We moved. In early August we got a phone call from a couple looking to rent our townhome. We were so excited, but we tried not to get our hopes up. They came by and looked around, and they decided to take it. Hooray. We did all the necessary paper work; background checks and credit checks, security deposits, and reference calls; we took photos of all the rooms, conducted a walk through and signed a lease. We're happy to be leaving, but apprehensive about the responsibility of being landlords. It's not a path we would have chosen. We packed quickly, found a nice rental home near DH's office and called family and friends for help. The last saturday in August I sent the girls to my moms house, drove back and loaded the truck. It took only two trips to empty five years of memories. My amazing children took the move rather well. The 'new house' was exciting and new, and by the time it wears off they will most likely not remember their old home any more. Isn't moving bittersweet? The townhome was our first home as a married couple, and we welcomed two beautiful babies into our lives there. It was time to move on, but that day my heart ached a bit.

Our new home is an old 1960's ranch in a sleepy tree lined neighborhood. Many of the residents have been here for 40 years, and others, like us, are new, just starting out with small children and avoiding the suburbs to save on gas, and have daddy home at 5:30. It's small, but with no stairs the girls feel like they have an entire to house to run in. We have a yard, and a cat next door. But most importantly, it feels like home.