Home... Where Memories are Made
Until Matt and I bought our first home a few weeks ago, I am not sure I realized what "home" meant to me. I have never been homeless or anything like that, but I moved a lot as a kid, and even more as an adult. In fact, from my first move to college until the move into this home I had moved ten times. I joked to my family how they could finally write my address in pen, and it was equally as serious. As ridiculous as it was that they had to ask my address to send a birthday card for the last ten years, that was the least of it.
I am sure a lot of you can relate to this.. the lack of a home. In the last decade I really only felt at home at my mom's house, or my grandma's house. My other immediate family had moved too! The mobility of society is amazing and it is what brought us to North Carolina, but finally moving to a place I don't have to leave has so much value. I honestly don't know if it will hit me until next March when we hit the year mark and we are not packing our bags. We can finally make roots! We can finally know our neighbors! We can finally expand our lives and our business.
I don't want to get all sappy with everyone, but making this "Home where memories are made sign" really made me think about how thankful I am to have a home. This is the place where my kids will take their first steps. This is the home my family will think of when they think of where I live. This is where holidays and birthdays will be celebrated. This is where memories will be made, and I could not be happier.
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