Adios, 1326.

When I saw pictures of 1326, I wasn't fazed because that was just a house we were buying as an investment. I wouldn't actually be living there. Then, when I pulled into the driveway and knew she would actually be our house, I cried. I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this would be our house. We only wanted to live there long enough to find something better- before Mc was baptized. 7 years later, and a few months after Mc's baptism, it was finally a reality. It took longer than we thought to sell. We listed while we were in Disneyland, had one showing, took it down over Christmas, relisted the first Monday of 2017, had 12 showings in a week and we were under contract. A young couple with no kids would be buying our house. 

We packed, started filling the moving truck and thought we had plenty of room- yeah, not even close. After a few hours of furniture and boxes, the truck was full and ready to go to G's to unload with still plenty in the house and garage. We had to have the truck back by 4:00 PM and rain was on the horizon. I called Bree & Ty and they saved our bacon- between his truck, Mark's truck, the trailer, the Acadia and ALL the kids in Bree's car, we barely made the "out by 5:00 PM" deadline. At 4:42, I locked the door for the last time. 

We spent so much time and effort making this house ours. We remodeled pretty every corner of her. The most ironic part, most of the final remodels were done just to make her more enticing for someone else. Exterior paint and fixing the "nose" were done the month before we listed, the back light was reattached after who knows how long of hanging by a wire, and the mismatched house numbers were finally fixed. We made her ours, an honorable Williamson, and we made great memories there. 

I didn't cry when we left. 

I will for sure miss our ward. I will miss my friends and (for the moment) walking my kids to/from school. I will miss the place where I brought home my tiny babies and the familiarity that we returned to after vacations and long days. I won't miss the apartments in the backyard and the naughty kids that come with it. I won't miss the busy street. I won't miss the crime. I won't miss rundown houses and unkempt yards. I will for sure miss the house payment and the proximity to Target. 

On to new adventures in a house that will hopefully be our last home. 

Last tubby in our house. 

Kids in the moving truck.