In the past few days I've lived off pizza and Lara bars and leftover grilled cheese. I think I might have eaten an apple one day too-- but I can't quite remember. My brain is fuzzy and my hair really needs to be washed (I don't think dry shampoo is meant to replace showering...) and I'm pretty sure I've worn the same outfit for the past week.
Mason and I spent the night together in this house--maybe for the last time. We found old treasures -a video of Charlie's 2nd birthday that we didn't know existed, a bottle of rum from our first trip together, photos from years ago... and sixteen years worth of memories kept washing over us. Wave after wave of them-- which is what seems to be happening now-- came crashing down.
Everywhere I look, I am surrounded by memories that came with creating this space. 201 is our starter house-- in an age where people don't have starter houses. We met here, we fell in love here, we brought babies home here. I want to list every room and then list all the amazing things that happened in those rooms, but I just don't think I would ever finish writing this post before the movers arrive at 8:00. But if I wrote a thank you to our house, it would look like this:
Living Room: Thank you for truly being our "Living Room". You are where we live; where we all land-- where Charlie slowly wakes up on the couch after crawling out from his room, where we choose to play games on your cozy wooden floor, where Anna would choose to eat every time. You're our greatest stage for dance parties and movie nights and the best host for Christmas mornings. You East window gives us plenty of warm morning light and provides the perfect vantage point to watch Daddy snow blow & lawn mow.
Dining Room: Thank you for bringing us together nearly every night around your big wooden table. From "my" chair, I can look through your window across the field that stretches behind our house. In summer months, it's sunny and bright during dinner and in the winter months it's completely dark. Not only did you host nightly meals & hear countless complaints and questions about what is actually on the plate.. but you hosted celebrations like birthday parties and holiday meals-- where fingers were poked into frosting before candles were even lit. You also gave us space to work on puzzles into the wee morning hours, do endless crafts, and put together more lego creations than I can count.
Kitchen: Thank you for giving us the perfect area to create the endless meals made with so much love (and sometimes so much annoyance). It's where the kids climb up onto the chairs each morning, their eyes still sleepy and lovies still clutched to their chests. It's where I've nearly worn out the floor boards -- because it truly is my 'post' in the house, pretty much where I can be found most times of the day.
Bathroom: Does it sound silly to thank a room where we do our most private business? With two little kids, I don't think so. During difficult days, I've found refuge behind your locked doors more than once-- while little fists pound on the other side of the door. But more than that, you have been part of the nightly routine-- that warm bubble bath in the huge white tub with jets and plenty of toys to entertain. I've soothed sick kids and bandaged plenty of owies. (Although if I'm being honest, Mason is usually the doctor on call since I can't handle blood and crying.) We've painted nails, given elaborate pedicures, brushed plenty of teeth, and wondered who drank all the mouthwash in one day.
Bedrooms: Thank you for giving our kids the little sanctuary they need from time to time. For providing respite from an intrusive little sister and for providing a resting spot for a zillion little baby dolls. You've housed cozy beds and heavy bookshelves-- both some of our favorite things that created a million happy bedtime memories before turning off the light.
Basement: Oh Basement. Where to begin? You're a little like the school secretary-- kind of taken for granted and sometimes overlooked but we would be completely lost without you. Thank you for being our go-to storage room and craft room, workout room, movie room and 'go-downstairs-to-play' room. The long days of winter were always spent within your walls-- you gave us room to run and play and jump and move when Mother Nature prevented us from venturing out. We have been privy to band concerts, football & soccer games, and some pretty incredible theatrical performances in your arena.
Patio/ Deck: And cue the tears. By far my favorite place in our entire house, I feel so grateful to you. Not only have you hosted outdoor meals and a perfect place to create our summer projects, but you've given me the perfect vantage point to see how amazing life really is. And while you take up a pretty small space, you house a huge place in my heart. I always feel most "at home" on the patio. It is where I go at the end of the day-- to watch the kids run in the yard & play catch with their dad. From the patio, I can be a part of Anna catching & naming fireflies, I can watch Charlie run the bases, I can gaze around our yard that has bloomed over the past 16 years. Our patio has given me a place to have long conversations filled with laughter and some with tears-- most over a glass of wine, and all with an incredible sunset view.
Each room of this house will always hold special memories for me. There are special little nooks and crannies that will not be meaningful to the next owners-- and they will not know the daily rituals that took place within these walls. And that's okay. I know that we will make new memories and in time we will become fondly attached to our new house. Once our things are moved in, our new house will begin to feel like home. But like all relationships, the one we build with our new home will take time. I have no doubt that we will have more living room dance parties, and fix more puzzles with friends. We will create a cozy kitchen that houses plenty of people, the kids will have their own nooks to call their own, and our outdoor space holds so much potential-- I can hardly wait to get started.
Of course things will be different and this transition is going to be so difficult in so many ways... but everything I'm sad about leaving is actually coming with me. The little feet who danced across our floors, and the hands that tossed the baseballs, and the heads that hit the pillows at night-- those are the things that matter, and they are coming along for the ride. But as we pack up the final boxes today and close the door behind us for the last time, I truly want to thank this house for being ours. For keeping us safe and bringing us together and truly being a home to four very grateful people.
|Charlie's room-- I swear I took a photo of him in his room before he left for camp but I cannot find it!!|
|Anna & Carson Eloise|