This is the first house I have ever lived in.
The very first one.
I grew up in the same apartment, lived in dorms, got married and lived in more apartments.
It was always my dream to live in a real house.
7 Years ago, my dream became reality when we bought this little house on Harvey Way.
Jeremiah was only 18 months and I was pregnant with Riley at the time. We had no idea what to look for when purchasing our home, but we were up for the adventure. We found this house the first day we went looking, and 30 days later closed escrow.
The beauty of our home is that we are not the sole owners. The church that Paul works for helped us to buy this home. They put down a hefty down payment with our down payment and share the equity with us. So even though it is our home...it is their home as well. Some may not have liked that kind of situation, but we have loved it. It has helped us keep things in perspective as well as given us the opportunity to do something we couldn't have ever done without them.
Over the past 7 years it has been a blessing to see the congregation of our church take care of us....and their investment. If we ever needed work done.....people have always been there to help. We have a patio, a completely remodeled bathroom, a finished garage, a new gate, a garden in the front and a remodeled bedroom because of the time people took to help us "do it ourselves" (when we all know Paul and I couldn't have done it ourselves!). It truly has become God's house to me. I know that sounds corny.....but I look around our house and I see the many faces of those in our congregation that have passed through our doorway for not only a party or a meal....but also to give their sweat to make the house better for us.
It makes me love my house even more if it was solely our house.
So today....I say with great excitement that we sold our house. I am still in shock that with the market the way it is...we sold it in less than a week. It goes into escrow tomorrow morning and if all goes well......a new couple will be blessed by the hands that have loved this house.
But I am also very sad, and recognize that for a while, I will need to grieve the selling of our home.
My first home.
The home where Jeremiah and Riley have both grown up.
The home that I have sometimes loved to hate....but I have always loved.
The home where our toddlers have done naked runs in the circle of our home after bath-time.
The home where we march to "pajama time".
The home where we created memories with our church community and family community.
The home of Oscar parties and college/young adult get togethers.
The home where our little "surprise" will come home to, only to move out a few weeks later.
It's the home of so many memories and so many dreams come true.
and soon it will be time to say good-bye.
And I'm keenly aware of God's abundant blessing in all this.......and feel overwhelmed by it.