We did it!\u00a0 We actually spent our very first night in our new house.\u00a0 We are still surrounded by boxes and papers to unpack and put away, and there is still a punch list of \u201cto be finished or fixed items\u201d, but we have officially begun living in our new house.<\/p>\n
So I have to be honest, the very first night I was really freaked out at the thought of sleeping in our new house.\u00a0 I had a little bit of a panic attack at the thought of leaving my old house and I was really surprised at how I was feeling.\u00a0 As we moved the master bed out of our old room and over to the new house I sat in the empty master bedroom staring at the bare floor and it suddenly hit me \u2013 my daughter would never come bounding into that room again to jump into bed with us\u2026and then I looked at the living room and I realized that my son would never again jump down from the balcony above onto the couch below and then try and pretend he hadn\u2019t\u2026then I looked at the staircase and realized my children would never line up on those stairs Christmas morning to come down together to see the presents that Santa Claus had left for them\u2026.and suddenly I didn\u2019t want to leave\u2026.it was surprisingly emotional for me.\u00a0 I had been so focused on getting the new house built that I hadn\u2019t stopped to think about the fact that I would have to leave this old home behind.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t the walls and the fixtures I would miss\u2026it was the memories of all those special moments that had turned that house into our home.\u00a0 It was a home of love and laughter.\u00a0 It was a home of amazing memories and wonderful moments.\u00a0 It was the home I moved to when my kids were just 2 and 5.\u00a0 My kids started kindergarten in that house.\u00a0 It is the house I raised my children in.\u00a0 It was the home we lived in when I met my husband and my kids sat him down to interview him before he could get serious with me.\u00a0 It was the home we were in when I got married to him.\u00a0 It was the home our dog gave birth to her puppies. It was the home I lived in while I built my company and the home I was in when we sold my company. It was the home we lived in when we taught our children to drive.\u00a0 It was the home where we had a farewell party for my son when he left to go serve his mission… That home is so much more than a house to me.\u00a0 It truly is our family home.\u00a0 So when it came time to say goodbye to it I was totally devastated to realize that I couldn\u2019t take the home with me\u2026I could only take the things inside the home\u2026and I became afraid of losing all those memories that come flooding in at the glance at a staircase or a bedroom floor.\u00a0 Yes, leaving the home for that first night was tough.<\/p>\n
I learned a lot going through that experience.\u00a0 I recognized that it\u2019s not the house that will matter \u2013 it is the memories we create within the walls of that house that will turn it into a home.\u00a0 It is the love and the laughter and time that will create those feelings of making this new house a home for us.\u00a0 And so I will continue working hard to decorate the new house and to hang family photos so I can recall those memories from our old home as I walk through the walls of my new home and have it all gorgeous for our first big family memory in this new house \u2013 the homecoming of our son Dalton from his mission! \u00a0I received the official letter letting me know he will be home June 4th<\/sup>!\u00a0 ONE MONTH FROM TODAY!!\u00a0 I can\u2019t think of a better event to create our first great family memory together in our house that we intend to make a home \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n Have a great Monday everyone! PS.\u00a0 Happy Birthday this last weekend to my father who turned 76!!!\u00a0 WOW!\u00a0 He is an amazing man and I am blessed to have him as my father.\u00a0 Love you Dad!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We did it!\u00a0 We actually spent our very first night in our new house.\u00a0 We are still surrounded by boxes and papers to unpack and put away, and there is still a punch list of \u201cto be finished or fixed items\u201d, but we have officially begun living in our new house. So I have to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":74,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[101,419,4020,240,2557,179,551,4043,714,2741,92,83,51,2434,4042,571,3911,417,106,463,2064,1636,12,87,486,35,4040,11,24,80,77,522,4028,4041,1707,4044,264,1662,1682,3204],"class_list":["post-4548","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-ashley","tag-birthday","tag-boxes","tag-children","tag-dad","tag-dalton","tag-daughter","tag-decorate","tag-emotion","tag-emotional","tag-excitement","tag-experience","tag-family","tag-farewell","tag-fixtures","tag-focus","tag-furniture","tag-happy-birthday","tag-holidays","tag-home","tag-homecoming","tag-house","tag-husband","tag-laughter","tag-leave-behind","tag-love","tag-make-a-house-a-home","tag-marriage","tag-memories","tag-mission","tag-moment","tag-moments","tag-moving-day","tag-moving-in","tag-new-home","tag-recall","tag-rollin","tag-sadness","tag-son","tag-walls"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4548","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4548"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4548\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4550,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4548\/revisions\/4550"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/74"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4548"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4548"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n~Amy<\/p>\n