You realize a lot of things when moving. You start to appreciate the space more than ever before. You soak up more of the house in your every day living in it. We have had our house up for sale since last Christmas but it wasn't until we actually sold it that I ever considered leaving it. For the last week we were there, I couldn't walk through from room to room without seeing memories play out like an old movie in my head. And it when it all sunk in that soon we would be leaving this place behind, I would be lying if I said I wasn't emotional. I had wished our house would sell so that we could get back to the beach with our family and friends, but once it did a part of me wished I could stay forever.
David and I bought this house at the ripe old age of twenty-three, four months before we were to be married. Back then it was just the two of us. Over the course of two and a half years we were able to fill that house with a rambunctious boxer, a baby and lots and lots of memories. Some good, some bad, but memories all the same. Suddenly now we were packing all of those memories into boxes and letting fate lead us to where we would go next.
Moving is an emotionally tolling thing. We have moved in with my parents, but sadly one of our family members, our boxer Bow, couldn't come. She is currently in the best hands possible, a friend of ours who is letting her sleep on couches and romp around with her two other dogs until we can take her back. Now we are in the process of closing on a new house in Virginia Beach and couldn't be more excited about our new journey. But first we had to say goodbye to the house that started it all, that stood as a sign we were real grownups and the house where we nurtured our marriage and raised our family. This house was more than good to us and I can't wait to drive by in the years to come and show Rhett where he came home from the hospital and see him grow along with the trees that will inevitably get taller in the front yard.
We had been planning a little family session with our sweetest friend Zoe, but as life all too often does, it got away from us and we never made time for it. I didn't realize until a few days before we would turn our house over to its new owners. We decided that something was better than nothing and we needed to capture these photos of where it all started. We were all worn out, in the process of moving, and emotional. All that was left inside was our farmhouse table. The very first one David ever built; a labor of love that he made for me and has now grown into a staple of Bluebird's. It was specifically requested with the house by the buyers. Not knowing where we would put it in the mean time, we agreed but not without a lot of tears (from me). But we sat down in our now empty house to capture the rooms, the walls, the space that had been the backdrop to our lives for almost three years. Needless to say, I am so happy we have these and I cry a bit each time I look through them. Thank you for these Zoe- more than you know! xo