This house

I never thought I’d actually be a little sad about leaving this house. What with the loud music from downstairs, children that act like heathens, weird smells from someone’s cooking, constant noise and poorly planned floor plan of the house. There just didn’t seem to be a lot I’d miss. Now that we’re leaving though I find myself thinking it wasn’t so bad here. Was it? Then one of the heathens up stairs starts running up and down the hall again at 2 am or the music from downstairs makes my bed vibrate and I snap out of it.

This house wasn’t all bad though. I learned a lot from living here. I’ve become a reformed clutter bug and can now actually keep a tidy house. No easy feat when your family is full of clutter bugs. No born organized people in my family.

I came in to my hobby at this house. My scrapbook obsession was born out of necessity here. Oh sure I scrapped before I came here, but two shoe boxes full of supplies doesn’t really count. Now I have a whole room devoted to my hobby. Neatly lined plastic containers filled with scrapbooking goodness, my scraprack on its metal stand and my train case full of supplies all beckon me to be creative. Having to be on bed rest while pregnant with Wes enabled me to take time for a hobby I might not have taken seriously before the bed rest. It kept me sane when I wasn’t allowed to do much of anything and I have met some fantastic friends because of it.

Cody and I became debt free for the first time in this house. It felt amazing to know that we owed money to no one. Our goal when we moved here was to use the COLA to become debt free before we moved and we not only did that, but we were able to buy ourselves some pretty kick ass stuff as well. Without this house we never would have been able to buy a 42-inch plasma TV, the Japanese hand painted antiques or all the really cool organizers the Japanese make. This house feels like home more then the one in Colorado ever did.

I’ll even miss hearing the coo-coo birds at 5 am in the summer. I won’t miss the playground right outside my bedroom window or the 2 am fire drills because some drunk pulled the alarm. I’ll miss having people over to DDR just so I can be loud to the people that live below us and vibrate my bed with their music. I won’t miss having to use a cart to bring in my groceries or not having a spot to park at all. I also won’t miss the trash room with the garbage never making it to the cans. Well maybe I will. I have found some neat stuff in there after all.
Cody and I faced more challenges in this house then any other house we’ve lived in. We’ve celebrated here and grieved here, but most of all we’ve grown here. This house holds a lot of memories for me and I think that’s what I’ll miss the most.