In order to embark upon something new, there is always something left behind. Ours was the beautiful little home in a suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota. We said goodbye to the house but not to all the memories we created. Our first home together, my husband and I raised our two children there. Memories of my mom and dad, my husband’s dad and beloved family pets still echoed within the space of our very first home.
It was perfect. Near all the schools, family, friends, and the conveniences of the city, we knew it would be hard to leave. Even though it was a great place for almost 20 years, we had begun to run out of space. When we’d visit my brother’s house in the country it was harder and harder to leave the peace we felt there. Finally, the kids were grown and we knew it was time.
So after a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, we prepared our home for selling and took on the daunting task of packing every bit of us into cardboard boxes. Still not sure exactly where we’d move, we both knew we wanted a place in the country. Someplace where we could let the dogs run and see all the stars at night. The search began.
Goodbye first house, you will be missed and thought of often…
Farmer Nancy's Notes 