We will officially lock the doors on our first home for the last time on Thursday. Even just typing that creates a huge lump in my throat. For the last 2.5 years, our little 8618 has been a place of firsts. And with that, here’s a letter to the new owners:
We are so happy that your little family is about to make our home yours. We sincerely hope that this house gives you everything it has given us in the past 2.5 years + more. Your nextdoor neighbors are some of the kindest people – keep an eye on them for us. When the weather is nice, the neighborhood girls will most likely leave their bikes in the driveway + play by the tree in the front yard – enjoy this + say hi to them. The house may be cozy, but throw parties – the deck in the backyard is the best hostess. The firepit (+ a couple bottles of wine) is the best cure for a rough day. And don’t worry too much if the grass gets too long – it just means you’re spending time on the more important things. But most of all, remember that “love grows best in little houses, with fewer walls to separate; where you can eat + sleep so close together you can’t help but to communicate; + if we had more room between us think of all we’d miss; love grows best in little houses just like this.”
And to our sweet, little 8618 – thank you.
Thank you for providing us 2.5 years of firsts, withstanding storms, providing comfort + helping us grow. We’ve enjoyed our time in the city limits, but it’s time we go back to our roots.
xo . t