Note Number 2: This was written last Thursday, as my lovely Millcreek home was being stuffed into boxes. I just haven't had internet until now.
Well, it is moving day. And I am sitting on my couch as a group of lovely ladies wrap all of my worldly possessions in bubble wrap and paper and stick it in boxes. It is a little odd, and a little nice that I am not the one doing it. And a little sad.
When Amy and I moved to this house, it was with the intention of never leaving. When we first got married and moved from California to Utah, a day that will live in infamy, a day that we still never speak of, we vowed that we would move two more times in our lives. Once to a starter home (we were moving to an apartment at the time) and once to the home where we would live out our days. So when we got to this home, we thought, "This is it. This is the home where we will live out our days. . It had everything we needed. It was a little old and needed some updating, but we figured we would do that someday.
We have great memories in this house. Noel was born about 4 days after we moved in, so he has spent his whole life here. We have had parties and BBQs and family gatherings and [events] and floods. But as Jonah has informed us several times lately, "This house is old and falling apart and we need a new house in Portland." He has also told us that when we get to Portland that he will have a whole bunch of friends waiting for him in the new house and if he doesn't have friends in Portland, he is going to cry. So, no pressure.
Bottom line: I love that house and I will miss it. I am trying not to dwell on the specifics because it will get me sad. I am trying to focus more on things like that at my new house we won't need to turn off every light in the house before we vacuum so we don't blow a fuse. And that my rain gutters in Portland flow freely (for now.)
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