When they say “home is where the heart is” I always thought how cliche and cheesy it was but it’s the truth.  We had lived in our little paradise since Dee and I were first together and our puppy was our baby.  We brought all of our kids home to our beach house and couldn’t imagine any other reality.
What a whirlwind the last year has been.
I remember the day so clearly, sitting at Carlos’ Island Cup soccer tournament and finding out that the house was going on the market.  The stress of losing what we thought of as our home, not having hard feelings because we knew we were just renters and that as much work and love as we had put into that home, it was never truly ours.  We had a friend start up a fundraiser for us, learned that our community is pretty amazing and we are supported by so many.  We ended up with a house that actually fits our family, that we love and that we are making a home.
Dee and I were sitting here thinking how amazing it was that the newest foster baby we have now is the first to ever be brought home to this house.  It felt like a new start.
There is room here for people to have their own space, but I find that many nights we are all in the bonus snuggled up watching a show just like we were in the old house.  Our family is stronger and closer than ever and it feels good.
As tough as moving was, the tears, the hard work, the emotion of it all…I’m actually glad we did it.  It feels right.  I truly miss waking up to the smell of the water, the amazing view, the garden and the yard but the weird part is that I don’t actually miss the house.  We have pictures to capture those memories and it’s sad that in the next few weeks that cool old farmhouse will be rubble, but our memories will live on, it was about the people and not the building.