Last Thursday Tom sent the paperwork to Utah, that would finalize the sale of our home. On Saturday, we received a lump sum of money into our bank account – the proceeds of the sale. I had our utilities taken out of our name and have let my parents know that they no longer need to keep up the yard in our absence. Our house is sold.
I kept thinking that I didn’t really want to talk about the sale process because I didn’t want to jinx it. And that’s true…the first attempted sale fell through, so we really were skeptical about the next offer. Except this one went through, and I’m still feeling reluctant to talk about it. When I brought it up with Tom, I started to get all weepy and emotional, so my thoughts trailed off after awhile, but I know he understands. We were attached to that place, and now its no longer ours.
It seems a little strange, considering we bought that home knowing it would not be our permanent residence. We were going to fix it up and when the time was right, move on to something bigger and better. Maybe it was the way it happened – the promotion wasn’t necessarily unexpected, but the fact that it would move us across the country was. We were ready and willing to make this change that would hopefully help us grow as a family, but I’m not sure we were quite ready to let go of the place where that family began.
In August of 2004, Tom proposed to me on the steps of the newly purchased 3 bedroom, 2 bath twin-home. He told me that he didn’t want this to be his house, he wanted it to be our home.
In October of 2004, we hosted Tom’s mom, his grandfather, and his sister so that they could attend our wedding. A week after the ceremony, we walked through the doorway as husband and wife.
In March of 2006, we told our families that I was expecting our first child.
In June of 2006, I made a rash, emotional decision that I had to have that bumbling ball of fur that we had just met, and Porter came to live with us.
In November of 2006, we welcomed our baby girl into the world. Her first roll, giggle, word, step, pigtails, and PINK SHOES! all happened there…in our home.
In the Spring of 2007, I planted my very first garden in beds that Tom built. We ate copious amounts of fresh salsa that summer.
In the Fall of 2007, we placed our 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath home on the market.
The house was on the market for almost 10 months. Walking out of the front door, the night before we started our new life, was one of the hardest things I’ve done. And then the sale failed…and we had to pay rent and a mortgage. Then, all of a sudden, I wasn’t so sentimental about the house. I prayed for it to be sold. Other people prayed for it to be sold. I tried extra hard to be nice to random people so that we could get some good karma in return. And then…we did.
So now that the mortgage is gone…I’m getting all emotional again. Amazing how that works, but there you go. It’s just going to be weird to go back to Utah and know that it’s someone else’s home. They might tear out the xeriscaped flower beds that my mom and I painstakingly put in. They might hang a wooden bunny on the front door every Spring that says, “Hoppy Easter.” They might have a blow-up nativity scene in their front yard at Christmas time. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s their house now. It’s just all still very surreal to me.
Except now we get the chance to start new memories, hopefully in a new home that we’ll grow to love as much as we did the first. And, since we are no longer paying a mortgage or Spanish Fork utilities, I bought Ella and myself new shoes. And new shoes always make Momma happy. (Tom – I promise the amount I paid was equivalent to a very small utility bill – not the mortgage.)