While talking to my wonderful neighbor, Margaret, whilst she was busy planting snapdragons, we realized that 5 years ago today we moved into this house. Our very first house. We had rented for the first 6 years of our marriage and parenthood. Then we found it. The perfect little house. It is in a sweet neighborhood, with plenty of great streets for walking, biking, scootering or collecting rocks. We live next to a train track….good and bad. Good because the kids enjoy seeing all the different trains that go by. Bad because of the dang engineers who are heavy on the horn at 3 am. Usually they only come by once a day or less. BUT, those random times where I am sure the guy driving is enjoying waking up the ENTIRE neighborhood…yuck.
There is a great park within walking distance and we live minutes from our friends. Not to mention, we have the best neighbors. Our home is so sweet. I love the old 1920’s coved ceilings and arched fireplace. I love our built in in our dining room. I love the kids rooms and our bedroom. I love my red kitchen and the sweet backyard. Even though all our flowers are dead and we have a white trash trampoline, it is sweet. (kinda) I am so thankful for this home. I love the way I can hear Sammy singing while building Lego’s. I love watching Katie chase Fenway around our dining room table. I love walking to Foster’s Freeze, an old time stand, in the summer for dessert. I love hearing Michaels car pull up in the driveway after work. I love that Katie calls our neighbor her boyfriend. I love that Jack has learned how to sink a perfect swish shot here. It is home.