Thursday, August 15, 2013

Ode to a Home

Maybe I am being too sentimental here but leaving our first home for the final time has been really hard on me.  It was hard leaving the first time (last November) but it never seemed final - and it wasn't.  Now it is and I am so sad to be leaving this little corner of the world, our little corner.  

I remember the first time we showed our house to some of our good friends.  It was before we moved in and it was a dark, rainy evening.  We walked inside, flicked on the lights and looked around at the bright, white walls and new carpets.  I remember thinking about all the potential this house had; all the colors that could be painted on the walls, the furniture that would fill the rooms.  I never imagined nor do I think I could have at the time, all the friends that would gather there, the laughter that would flow from the patio on summer nights, the little feet that would run through the halls, the traditions that would be made...

This home of ours has seen our best days and our worst; our happiest memories and our saddest over the past 5 years.  It was the first place we came home to after our honeymoon; the place where we brought home our first baby.  It has held our tears from lost jobs and the loss of family members.  Inside those four walls is so much of our life and so many of our memories. 

And don't get me wrong, I know how blessed we are not only to have owned this home but to have made so many beautiful memories there.  And, yes I am definitely looking forward to all the great things that are ahead of us.  But, it sure feels like a little piece of my heart will be staying behind on Orange Street.
One thing I know for sure though, is that we will always, always remember this place and this time in our life and we will hold these memories in our hearts forever.


  1. It's a beautiful post, Dana. Your first home- how special! It's good to get sentimental sometimes :)

  2. Aw, this post made me tear up -- I remember feeling everything you are when we moved out of F street. Definitely hit me harder than expected but just remember there are so many more wonderful memories to be made at each new move

  3. Aw Dana, I remember feeling the same way when we moved out of F Street, hit me harder than expected too -- makes you thankful for the blessings you had there! Just remember that there are more wonderful memories to be made each step/move along the way!

  4. What beautiful feelings to share with us. You gave that home a family and love and purpose and it gave you shelter and warmth and a place for those memories to be created. May many new blessings meet you at the next door! <3

  5. Ahhhh..what a lovely tribute to your first home. May the blessings and memories that wait for you beyond your next door fill you with the same kind of gratitude as you've expressed here! xoxox Suzanne