A little over a week ago, we spent the night in our house on Washington Drive for the last time. That home will forever have a place in our hearts. When David and I got married, he was living in a tee-tiny one-bedroom apartment. Everybody said there was no way he and I would live in it for longer than a couple of months. We showed them, and a year and a half later, we moved into a 1700-square foot house on Washington Drive. We didn't want to settle. We wanted something nice. So we saved our money while living in a sometimes excruciatingly small apartment with a rent of $335 per month. I remember the first time I saw the house on a real estate website. I told David it was the one. And, knowing better than to argue with me once my mind was made, he agreed.
That house has seen us through many seasons of our life. It was with us through the grief of infertility and the pure joy of bringing our baby girl home; some of life's best moments and some of its worst.
It was also a labor of love. We laid wood floor, hung cabinets, fixed the deck, built a swing set, hung board and batten, added a backsplash, changed light fixtures, painted, decorated, and more. We poured a lot into that house. And it gave a lot back.
Now, it's time to say bye-bye, house.
Sagan waving "Bye-bye house!" on our last morning at Washington Drive.
