Red Front Door

Well, we did it: we sold, closed, and moved out of our old house on July 16^th! What a ride these past 6 months have been. From preparing the house for sale, putting it on the market, then selling it, then trying to find a new one, it’s been a whirlwind for sure! Unfortunately, we were not able to find a new house in time to have coinciding settlements so we are in storage and staying with friends.

Little did we know that someone was watching out for us. After an emotional roller coaster of putting in three offers on three different homes and being outbid, our prayers were answered – and in a big way. The house we ended up offering on and winning is better than we could have imagined; so I suppose that all the heartache of not getting the others was worth it. Our dream home is bigger, has a front porch, a red front door, a hot tub, and a huge lot – all the little things we could want but didn’t imagine having. We have driven by this house before when looking at others but thought we could never afford it. But thanks to some financial advice from our realtor and the sellers lowering their price, our dreams were realized!

So, on August 31^st, as long as everything goes according to plan, we will close on our new house and move in to begin prepping for our new baby boy! I say “goes according to plan” because you just never know what can happen. So while we are extremely excited, we are trying to keep it subdued until we have those keys in hand and are walking through that red front door.

I have always wanted a red front door. Don’t ask me why – I didn’t have one growing up, I don’t know anyone who has one, and our old house didn’t have one. I think to me it symbolized the ideal home – colonial in a nice neighborhood with lots of trees, kids playing in the yard.  A welcoming sight, something different that said “that house is mine”. Of course, I’m sure there are plenty of red front doors on crappy houses in not-so-great neighborhoods, but to me, for some unnameable reason, it signifies home. A place we’ll bring our baby boy, where we’ll have Christmas and birthday parties, first steps, family dinners, playing catch in the backyard, and more babies!

So while we still have about 6 weeks ago, we are quietly celebrating the thought of moving in to what will hopefully be our “forever home” - dreaming about the day we’ll bring our baby boy through that red front door.

Attempting to keep it together 24/7,

Elizabeth