I never got around to posting a full photo tour of the house we just moved out of, but I wanted to share a few pictures of the place we’ve called home for the past year. This is where Everett took his first steps, said his first words, and morphed from baby to toddler before our very eyes.
I thought it would be different to rent a house (after previously owning one for seven years), and I assumed I wouldn’t get very attached to the walls around us. After all, it wasn’t our house. But I’m realizing that no matter where we live—short term or long term or renting or owning—every place that we call home will play a part in our story. And in this phase of life, the one with first steps and first words and positive pregnancy tests and all the normal nights of eating ice cream on the couch in between, I will continue to love and appreciate and care for every space we call home, whether it’s ours or not.
Here’s to new beginnings, purging everything but the kitchen sink, a whole new house to decorate from scratch (my favorite!), and the next chapter of our story.