For the past ten years, “home” has been wherever my husband and then our kids were.
Wherever we were together, that was my home.
And while I believe that sentiment with all my heart, there was an unease that came from not ever feeling like a house we lived in was home.
Instead, it was always well, we’ll only be here for six months. Or I think we’re probably going to move before the year is out.
And with that came constant looking at houses that we might someday buy and live in for a more permanent basis. Our kids got to the point where they’d see us pull onto a road that didn’t lead directly to our destination and groan, “Oh no! Not looking at houses again!”
Don’t get me wrong, there hasn’t been much of anything wrong with the places that we’ve lived(well, except for the house that gave our middle son lead poisoning). And there was one house that I would have sold a kidney to be able to stay there for more than the six months we were there(anyone know the going rate for a kidney? Think it would have bought me that beach house?).
But none of the places felt like home.
It was rare that I even hung up a photo since after all, we’ll be moving soon.
None of those places felt like me, like our family. They were all just where we happened to live at the moment, before we find our true home.
And after all these years, it really started to wear on me.
I wanted somewhere that was really and truly ours. Somewhere to settle in and feel like we’d found our place instead of forever counting down to the next move.
Earlier this month, we found that place.
Somewhere that felt like us.
As we walked through, I could imagine cooking a meal in that kitchen, one of the boys at the counter doing his homework, another of the boys building LEGOs up in his room, a third running around the backyard.
I could see just where my office would be set up.
Where we’d all curl up on the couch together to watch a movie.
Just to add to its appeal, it was still in my boys’ elementary school district. There is no way I want them to change schools since we love our school.
But I tried not to let myself hope.
There have been so many times we’ve discussed buying a house. And something always got in the way.
And Hubs and I very rarely have the same taste in houses. Plus, I didn’t know if that neighborhood would be in our price range. Could we really make it all work?
But all the pieces fell into place.
And a “SOLD” sign went up in a front window of the house.
Sold to us.
We’ll move in next weekend.
Even knowing all the craziness that comes with a move(yes, even a move that is less than two miles away still means craziness)… but even knowing about that upcoming chaos, I still feel an incredible peace knowing that we will finally be home.
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