The last five days have been… Interesting. Stressful. Overwhelming…
…Currently, we rent a town home. The place isn't huge, and if I conjured up pictures of what my dream home would look like, this probably would not be it. But, we live in a great neighborhood. We are close to everything we could ever want or need (beaches included). And our neighbors… Our neighbors are the best. Marcus loves our neighbors almost as much (some days it seems more) than us. It's almost impossible to find neighbors as great as ours.
We've made this little town house a home. We said good-bye to Seala, here. We added Izzy to the mix in this place. And, Marcus, made us a family, made us complete in this home. Every nook and cranny of this home holds memories of my little man; milestones he's reached, laughs he has provided, tears we've all shed.
Last Friday after speaking with our landlord we discovered she's decided after the new year to put our home on the market. We're not sure whether or not we can stay… Moving is a very real possibility, and I'm struggling to accept that we may be packing and boxing up in a few short months.
The last few nights as I have rocked Marcus to sweet dreams I couldn't help the tears that fell. His room. His toys. His finger prints on the mirrors. There is just so much more to this home than four walls and a roof. This place holds a story. Ours.
It might not be my dream home, but so many dreams have come true in this little house we call home.
I never thought I would say it, but I love this place.