This week, Deanna and I sold the spot we’ve lived in the past two years. There was just no way that place was gonna fit us all once we become a family of five, it had already been a tight squeeze.
That said, this place was HOME.
There were always wild things going on the neighborhood and weird little curveballs the small space would send our way, but it was where everything happened.
It was the first place we bought together.
It was where we brought Rhys home from the hospital, and introduced him to Beignet two nights later.
It was where we stayed inside for months and months while the world outside seemed to unravel.
And it was where we found out about some twins we’re gonna meet soon.
Our adventures ahead are now meant for different spaces.
A little something from Jonny Sun’s Goodbye, Again:
“I suppose that all I hope for is for this home to remember me the way I remember it: imperfect, quiet, creaking, but always trying to be something better than it is on paper, in person, in memory.”
