I was so ecstatic to find Derick and I's first home. I remember the second I saw it I was in love with it. It was the absolute perfect location, the cutest outside, with our little backyard and patio, the perfect interior. For some it may not have appeared to be much but it was perfect, and exactly what we had been looking for. After searching for what seemed like forever, and all the let downs of potential places, it was such a relief to find.
What had really been 10 months, seemed like a week when it was time to start packing it all up (how did we accumulate so much stuff??) and say goodbye to our first home together. Our last night sleeping there was spent with nothing left inside other than our belongings we were taking with us over the summer, our mattress on the living room floor, with the tv. We had ourselves a little slumber party and I tried not to lose sleep over thinking too much about how we were already moving on to the next chapter of our lives. The next day we cleaned as speedy as we could and spent the rest of the time at graduation ceremonies and family parties. Finally around 9 at night we made it back to our place to pack up our car and say goodbye to the place that had been so good to us. I am an extremely sentimental person, and slightly over the line of emotional. Maybe it was the stress of the past few days of trying to get everything done, and living off of maybe 8 hours of sleep over the course of 3 days, but as we stood there in our completely empty first home I broke down and cried as Derick held me. We took one last glance at the inside as we slowly turned off the light, closed the front door, and locked it up for good.
Here's to you 284. Thank you for being so good to us.
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