Home Is Where Your Story Begins...

Home Is Where Your Story Begins…

May 19, 2009 |  by  |  On the Homestead  |  Share

As I sat there eating my Whopper with cheese I slowly scanned the near empty room – left to right. Stopping at those memory-filled spots that pulled at my emotions – the bay window, the toy closet, the entry way, and even the spot on the floor where my newborn daughter often played. I couldn’t shake the images and I remember telling myself, “Man, I’ve gotta get outta here.” I felt both empty and sad. Five years in a home can seem like an eternity when you begin flipping through the accumulated stories that make up the lives of everyone under that single roof. The start of an unforgettable marriage, the birth of two beautiful children, Christmas Eve in front of the fire, parties with friends, the yearly neighborhood garage sale, walks to the nearby park, sipping wine in the sun room on a warm summer’s night, and countless other memories. Amidst all those events, this home became our refuge at the end of the day. The place where I knew every creak in the floor, every crack in the ceiling and every odd noise that came from the basement. It’s where I sweated, bled, cursed, and cheered through endless renovation projects. It was the place I was passionate about yet also occasionally despised. Mostly because I knew that the reality of our situation was that this home would never reach its full potential. Even with all the time and effort we invested (not to mention cash), there was still so much left to do…too much. And we knew we had to let go. Though there was a great deal to love about our home we knew our “forever” home was someplace else and would have something completely different to offer. Then there was also the fact that our little ones were getting older, and the time once spent on home improvement had now shifted to parental duties – bathtime, storytelling, bike rides and picnics in the park. Over the course of five years our priorities had changed, so rather than linger about we set things in motion by putting our house on the market. After eight short days we had an offer. Negotiations and the rest of the process took the better part of three weeks, but just like that, it was done.

A good friend of mine who owns an old farmhouse that dates back to the late 1800s told me once of his belief that every old home has a soul and that it’s the job of the owner to find and restore it. I think we did that and more with our first home. And I’d like to think the emptiness and loss I felt walking through our home for the last time was shared by something within those surrounding walls and roof overhead that sheltered us over the years.

And with that I tossed the remains of my burger back into the bag – my appetite long gone. I suppose digesting an event such as this could take some time. So until then…

I love you, home. I really do.



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  1. we just recently left our home of 10 years. we shared so many memories over those 10 years :marriage, only daughter, and all the home improvements for kitchen, bath 1st floor renovation. I don’t know how we will ever create memories better than that in our new home. Old home i love you too!

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