Welcome to my home.
Actually, we don’t live at this home anymore, but I still get butterflies in my belly when I see these pictures and my heart goes pitter-patter whenever something at my new home reminds me of this place.
I have a certain affection for some places I’ve lived. The apartment that Yoda and I lived in for 5 years after moving to California is up there, but at the top of the list, no doubt, is this place.
Together with The Hub, we put 10 years of blood, sweat, and tears into this home. We made lots of great memories here.
This is where we lived when we were married. We lived here with Yoda (and Lily). We started our family in this home. Heck, I even gave birth in this house with my Little Young’un! Not to mention first steps, first words, first…well, basically all the firsts happened here.
We love our new home, and I’ll be posting a tour of it sometime soon, but I don’t think any home will ever have the special place in my heart that this home has.
Can one be in love with a house? A pile of sheetrock, 2×4′s, thousands of wood planks, and composite roof shingles? With enough Macaroni paint and used brick…the answer is YES.
This first picture is the day we found this home.
Aren’t those clouds cool!?
We changed out the windows, added window molding inside and out, and painted the home inside and out before we moved in.
Yes, this was BEFORE kids!
This Callery Pear Tree puts on a show every Fall.
And again in the Spring.
And I still drive down to the South Bay to see the show. [Read more...]