Our first house isn’t our house anymore. This is kind of bittersweet for me. We learned a lot in our little Salt Lake cottage. We had two babies, Doug got his MBA, we learned a lot about plaster and plumbing. We made a lot of wonderful friends, and it was here that we really became a family. At first I was a little offended that nobody wanted to buy my house, but I’ve let that go, and now I’m just happy that our company offered us a guaranteed buy-out!
For the most part, I definitely feel like we’ve hit the jackpot here. We have drawers that open, the temperature is consistently comfortable, and even though we still live on a corner, I have no problem letting the kids play outside. However, there are some things that I miss about our old house: our proximity to our friends, our old fireplace, the built-ins in the dining room, and the great view that we had of the 4th of July fireworks.
I know that we couldn’t have stayed in that house forever, but I had all these visions of the three boys sharing their room, and the things that we would be doing. Now, that chapter is officially closed. We are here, and there is no going back to our little house on Parkway. We have all new memories to make here.