You may have heard that Mike and I are buying my Dad’s house soon.  I’ve typed and retyped this blog 3 times now.  I cannot seem to express why this house means so much to me except to say that it houses (haha) years and years of memories for me.  Dad was ready to get out of such a big house that has such a big yard since it’s just him now (mom passed away suddenly last April).  And Mike and I were moving Jake to a “big boy” school a mere half mile from dad’s house.  So dad talked to me about his plans to buy a new place and offered to sell us his.  I was floored.

My family and I moved into this house in the summer of 1993.  I was about to turn 11 years old and I was in a new city with no friends.  My family became my friends.  My mom’s parents moved in with us and those were some of the best years of my life.  My grandmother was the sweetest person on this earth and spoiled me rotten. My grandfather’s work ethic was like none other.  Mom and I became close especially our first summer in the house because she didn’t really have any friends here either.

So many birthdays, Christmases, and Thanksgivings were celebrated in this house.  Mike proposed to me at this house.  My wedding rehearsal dinner was at this house.  My mom’s last moment alive was in this house (I find this comforting, not morbid in anyway).  How could I pass up the opportunity to make more memories in this house with my own little family?  After much discussion between Mike and me, we decided to go for it.

It is an exciting, scary, and nerve-wracking time for us.  Exciting for all the reasons I mentioned above.  Scary and nerve-wracking because we have TWO kids!  How does one pack up a house, put it for sale, move, and unpack into a new house all while working a full-time job???  I feel like I don’t have any extra time in my life as it is!  I just tell myself to take one day at a time.  Any suggestions?