It wasn't until April 2001 that I was fortunate enough to move into it. I can't explain the feeling I had every morning when I would wake up and walk through the house, realizing it wasn't a dream and that I was actually living there. We called it home for almost twelve happy years.
We have outgrown our big house on the hill. We now have four beautiful grandchildren and a big, fluffy galoot of a Goldendoodle. We have found a perfect space on 2.5 acres complete with a mini orchard. It is truly a lovely place to live.
Tomorrow is the day we hand my dream house over to a new family. I can only hope that they love it as much as I do.
Selling the house I love has made me realize that even though I thought it was mine, it really never was. I just borrowed it for a while. Hopefully, through the years as the house is passed from family to family, all of it's occupants will feel how special of a place it is.