Our house officially sold last week. It has been under contract since we moved, but just took forever to close.
It was a bitter sweet moment the day it was no longer ours.
I miss my home.
Looking back at these pictures makes my heart ache.
I miss the hours spent in my kitchen with a friends sitting at the counter talking, eating, preparing food, canning, making dinner together, or feeding a host of children.
I miss my beautiful bedroom and master bathroom.
I miss chasing the kids up the stairs to bed.
I miss our amazing neighbors and friends that loved us and helped us in countless ways.
Oh man, I really thought I was done crying. I thought I was okay.
I guess not…
I’m bawling with snot streaming down my face. Lovely, I know. *sniff*sniff*
Luckily the room is dark and no one is around to see me blubbering all over myself.
Today we went on a hike to Castle Rock with some friends. It did my heart a world of good to escape the city. I felt like I could breathe. It was fantastic to set the kids loose sprinting up the trail.
Wes and I have decided we are not city people. I like visiting the city on occasion, but I would prefer to scale some rock face or climb a mountain over strolling through crowded streets any day.
When the kids first spotted castle rock they were giddy with excitement. “Dad look at this cave! Look at all the holes up there! Oh wow! You have to come up here dad!” All while scampering up and over the rocks like little mountain goats.
We are excited to return and do some fun top roping later as a family.
Tromping through the forest as a family is just what I needed to start feeling like this can be home.