It’s a bittersweet time.
Today, Kelvin and I closed the sale on the first house we ever owned. It wasn’t a big home, nor a fancy home, but it was our home. And for that reason, it will always hold a special place in our hearts (okay, maybe a bigger place in my heart than in Kelvin’s…he is super thrilled with our current home).
That little home was where we hung our own artwork, and painted our own walls. It was where we hosted small groups and where we invited friends to stay with us. It saw many iterations of IKEA and Target furniture and linens. It’s where we started our family, and where we set up Andy’s first nursery.
- the foyer (which we REDID)
- the proximity to everything
- the white walls (in our MASTER and our DINING ROOM)
- the front door
- the ceiling fans (Andy loved them, plus they were so awesome in the summer)
Things I won’t miss:
- the orange/pink colour in the kitchen
- the weird cut out in the basement wall between the main room and the storage room
- hearing our neighbours through the walls
- that finicky sliding door leading to the deck
- the struggle of getting the lawn mower to the backyard
I moved into this house in October of 2011, just a few months out of school. I was working 3 different jobs to piece together an income, and I was just discovering what Kingston had to offer to those who were no longer living the student life. THIS is what the house looked like. 4.5 years later, a lot has changed, and though this little home will no longer be part of our everyday, we are grateful for the memories that we made within its walls.
Goodbye, house. It’s been so nice knowing you.