farewell

Dear House,

We have been together for over five years now. Our relationship first started as a bit of a love afair over the internet. I saw you on MLS and I HAD to have you. I just knew that if you and I were together that we would be so happy. I would be the prettiest girl in the neighbourhood with you as my back drop. The first time I saw you, I was sure. You know what they say, when it’s right, you just know. Not everyone was as sure as I was so I had to traipse through countless other homes that just didn’t live up to you until everyone finally agreed with me: you were perfect!

I’m so glad we found each other. That is why saying goodbye is so hard. I will miss you. I’ll miss the way the sun shines in your front windows each morning. I’ll miss sitting in the warm pool of light on my couch. I’ll miss clapping for our children’s concerts on the landing. I will miss watching the kids play from the porch. The sound of their laughter is forever etched in my heart. I will even miss the triple ring of the doorbell each time the neighbourhood kids come calling. I will miss the gardens we have carefully built up to make you look your best, the new light in the foyer, gorgeous hood fan and knobs in the kitchen and dark stained fence in the backyard. I’ll laugh when I remember the ridiculously oversized gate to the driveway that the inept landscapers created. You and I, we knew it was more of a quirk than a flaw! I could go on all day because that is how it is when you are in love.

As much as I love you, we were only meant to be together for a time. I will never forget you. You were our first home. Our first mortgage. My children spent their first days under your roof. They learned to crawl and walk and talk within your walls. We have loved, cried, fought and laughed here. T and I have fallen more deeply in love as a couple while living here. We have struggled to figure out parenting and to model family and faith to our children.

So thank you, dear house for your warmth, security and comfort. Thank you for being our safe place to hide, for enduring my continual desire to change your colours, update your fixtures and change your flooring. Thank you for not minding when your walls were covered in sticky finger prints and when your doors got slammed. You were loved and I hope that the new people will love you and treat you well. If they don’t, you have my permission to burst a water pipe or something.

With love,

Rachel

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