You see, we have made the difficult decision to sell our home. We live in a beautiful warehouse conversion that my very talented architect husband transformed from an old electrical workshop to a gorgeous home about 11 years ago. Over time together we have done 2 more renovations, adding to our home to accomodate our growing family.
I honestly believed that this was our ‘forever home’. The home where our kids would grow up, where we would grow old together. There are so many memories encompassed in these four walls, it makes me teary just thinking about it. This is where I got ready for our wedding, where we bought our babies home from the hospital, where Sophie took her first steps; her chubby little legs toddling around the kitchen. There has been many a happy occasion spent here with family and friends.
But sometimes things change, and what’s important changes.
We have decided to move a bit closer to family, on a bigger block of land. Space for the dog and the kids to run a muck. Room for a big swing set, and maybe even a pool one day.
Not that long ago after our last renovation was complete I said the words: “I am NEVER renovating again”. And I meant it. But unfortunately as the old saying goes, never say never! But with the potential of a new home and a new project, comes excitement. Nervousness and sadness too as we face the reality that soon our beloved home could very well be somebody elses.
I know we are moving for all the right reasons and keep reminding myself, that a new house provides a new place for new memories. Because at the end of the day, we’ll always have the memories of this home, and home is not only where the heart is, but where our family is.