A Letter to Our Little Blue House

Dear Little Blue House,

We’re standing at the curb and giving you one last glance. Today at 9AM, you will no longer be ours. Someone new is moving in with their new belongings, their new dog, their own life…and we’re moving away. You’re no longer ours.

Four years ago, our realtor sent your listing to me and I didn’t even give you a second glance, but when Aaron wanted to walk through, I obliged. You were ours 30 days later.

We spent hours upon hours painting your walls, drinking wine and singing at the top of our lungs in the light of the bad florescent bulbs. It seemed like every time Aaron had a 24hr shift, he’d come home to a new project in the works; painted cabinets, painted railings, tiling backsplash. A little work goes a long way doesn’t it?

We gave and we gave wanting you to be perfect, wanting you to feel like home and you did. You became a house we were proud of. I thought that I would be excited to say goodbye, to move on to our next house and start new memories with new projects.  But I’m not, I’m sad.

You see Little Blue House, in your walls we learned how to lean on one another as newlyweds living far from family and friends. It was in your walls that we filled your rooms with friends and had dinner parties and game nights and made memories that filled our hearts to the brim. We hung twinkle lights on the back patio and sat and drank inexpensive wine under the stars chatting about life and our big plans for the future.

We hung a flag, planted flowers and felt like real adults.

We brought Georgia home to you. We scrubbed puppy accidents out of the carpet and laughed when she was too afraid to come down the stairs and basked in puppy breath kisses and snuggles. Her and Bella have spent countless hours staring out your windows and barking into the woods. They love your windows, so do we.

It was in the kitchen on a Sunday that I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. Which brings me to your next great moment when you underwent the biggest transformation of all when we began to prepare the nursery. We hung bead-board and painted and one night left knowing the next time we stepped through the front doors our lives would never be the same. When we brought Penelope through those front doors you became our first family home. The first place our daughter slept, the place I spent countless hours rocking and “sushing” and singing her to bed. Your walls will forever live in our newborn photos.

She won’t remember you Little Blue House, but we will.

The Little Blue House on Bridgewood Drive. It’s where we lived in Durham, North Carolina for four years. It was our first house and we poured our love, sweat and tears into it. We grew and learned and became a family in your walls.

Bad paint, old kitchen, stained carpet. You started off as so many things but you became so much more. You were our home and a damn good one. You took two young kids and forever changed us. You helped us become a family. Just like Durham has become a part of us, so have you.

Keep our memories tucked tight into the walls along the new ones waiting for you.

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