A little less than a month ago, my husband and I bought our first home and said goodbye to the little rental house where we started our family.
In early 2015, we moved into a small, one-bedroom, one-bathroom rental home. Although it was an older house and needed quite a bit of TLC, we felt it was perfect for us at the time. After living in a townhouse for the previous several years, we were eager to get into a self-standing home where we wouldn’t have to hear everything our neighbors were doing or saying through shared paper-thin walls. We figured we would rent this place for a year or two before settling into our careers and buying our own dream home.
As always, life had other plans.
Briella came along before I had even finished graduate school and right as Drew was just beginning his new job. We were thrown for a loop, and I had several moments of panic just thinking about how things had not gone as we’d imagined. The house we were in was nowhere near ideal for raising a child: it was close to the road, had two very steep staircases, and just didn’t have the space we would need for a baby. We began house hunting but realized it wouldn’t be feasible to buy a house until I had a full-time job and a steady income.
So, we made do. For nearly two years, we adjusted and got by in the rental.
Finally, just last month, we purchased our first house as homeowners and made the big move. We were ecstatic–Briella would have so much more space to run around and play, she’d actually have her own room, and there were so many other features we were excited to have. Now that we’ve been here for a few weeks, it’s just as great as we had hoped. Briella loves our new house and she has been sleeping soundly all night long in her crib in her own room.
Although we are over the moon happy to be in our own home, part of me still feels sad thinking about leaving behind that first home we shared as a family.
We knew we couldn’t (and wouldn’t) stay there forever, but those walls hold so many precious memories for us and our family. I spent my entire pregnancy cursing the stairs in that house because the only bathroom was in the basement. Just imagine a pregnant lady waddling up and down those stairs several times all throughout the night. It was in that house where my water broke and I had to call Drew at work to tell him we were about to meet our daughter. It was the house where we brought Briella home from the hospital. It was the first (and only) home she knew for nearly the first two years of her life. We paced those floors numerous times during those early sleepless nights, singing lullabies and rocking Briella to calm her. It’s where she learned to roll over, then crawl, and then take her first steps. It’s where she said her first words and took her first bites of solid food. It’s a place that I will always hold dear in my heart because of its shelter and protection it provided to me and my little family while we made memories there.
Now that we are in the new house, we don’t have any regrets. I know we will always have those memories we made in that little rental, but I’m certain we will make even more memories here in our own home.