Last summer we sold our house. I cried my eyes out when we left that house. It was our home.This is where our kiddos grew up. You know. The home with all the many memories. The good ones, the bad ones, and everything inbetween took place in this home. We spent 18 years there. We were on the verge of having two dogs buried in the backyard. So much life and even death had taken place here. This is the house where I absolutely adored my backyard. No lie. One of the main reasons we fell in love with that house was the patio and the view. If people were seeing our view for the first time there were lots of ooooh’s and aaaaaah’s. You probably have an idea of this view pictured in your head by now. It sure was lovely to me. We were in a neighborhood but this yard was facing the country. There were acres and acres to stare into. My thoughts would get lost in those fields.

Anyway, the boys were grown and we thought we would “try” to sell this house and downsize. Isn’t that what you do at our age? I don’t know. We thought we should. We did. It sold. It sold so fast we had no plan as to where to go or what to do. That’s not terrifying at all! When things happen so quick like that it’s hard to get your mind and heart wrapped around the reality of saying goodbye. Like goodbye forever goodbye.

We moved into a rental. It was fine. Honestly, it was better than fine, but it was never home. We had Thanksgiving and Christmas in this place. It was ok. It sure wasn’t home and what we had the past 18 years. Our oldest dog died in that rental too. Sweet baby girl died one week before we were moving into our current home. She was 17 years old. Can I tell you something wild? We actually buried her in the backyard of the home we live in now. Ok, what’s so wild about that? Well, we had not closed on this house yet and it technically wasn’t ours yet. But, here we are. She was going with us. And you sure did sweet Pepper.

We have lived in our new house for a few weeks now and it immediately felt like home. There wasn’t much “getting used to” that needed to be done. I’m thankful for that. I thank the Lord for that. He knew how hard that move was for me. He knew how I was disconnected a bit in-between that house and where we are now. He knows losing my old gal, Pepper, was flat out sad. But here we are. At home. Home again.

Have you experienced a significant move in your lifetime?

Thank you Lord for seeing us through each season.

Here are a couple of pictures of that view I loved so much.