Home Is Where Your Story Begins

Yesterday a tenant moved into my house - they've signed a two year lease -- a young guy, transfered here from Washington DC.  In April his girlfriend will join him.  Although I'm thrilled for financial reasons, it is weird to think about somebody living in MY house. 

Over the past 6 months since we were engaged, I've had mixed emotions about the house - sadness at leaving it, confusion over whether to sell or rent, but mostly joy about moving on with life, and moving wherever The Hubs is. 

Because THAT is where my home is.

But it is no secret how much I've adored this little house in the city.

A big thank you to my parents who supported the purchase, both financially and emotionally...

For the neighbors that not only put up with years of shenannigans from the ex boyfriend from hell, but ended up being great friends....

To the electricians, plumbers, contractors, landscapers that have helped me out over the years...To the property management company that found this great tenant...
And the friends who filled it with laughter, love, and memories.
To the house itself - thank you for always being my home; during both the best and bleakest times of my last 8 years; for being a place I always looked forward to returning.  For being a solid roof and a warm bed; a savory oven and a cozy living room. 

Home is truly where my story begins - and continues - now, with a new address.

Off and running,
~Jessica