An Ode to the Peach Townhouse

When Brian and I got married we lived in a 762 square foot, 1 bedroom condo. I remember people would joke that our marriage must have been amazing because we flourished in such a teeny space. That was our home together for almost three and a half years. Even though is was very small and very leaky, it was the start of something beautiful. 

Then in July 2012, we bought our town home. It seemed like a mansion. 3 floors! 3 bedrooms! How on earth would be ever fill such a vast amount of space? And we had a yard! A real plot of land that was ours. 

In the beginning there were empty rooms. The storage room wasn't overflowing. And I distinctly remember Brian and I agreeing we'd live in this townhouse for at least 10 years.

At that time I was struggling to conceive and someone told me a beautiful proverb, if you make space for something in your life, it will happen. 

Well, let me just tell you - that proverb worked for us. In February 2014, we welcomed our beautiful Hartley Glenn. I'll never forget leaving the hospital, at 6.5 lbs she was basically swimming in her little winter pram. I remembered telling her she was going to love her home.

She grew bigger and bigger by the day. So did her collection of baby gear, toys and clothes. 

And then shortly before Christmas 2014, I got the shock of a lifetime when I learned I was pregnant again. We moved everything out of the 3rd bedroom to build another nursery. Another sweet first room - and this time for a baby boy.

In August 2015, we welcomed our sweet Patrick Frank. When we brought him home from the hospital we waited for my parents to drop off Hartley and Winnie. 

And there we all were for the first time - a family of four and our fur baby, five beings under what now seemed like a teeny roof. 

We talked about moving. But moving was really scary. We loved our townhouse and all the trails and playgrounds around it. We (especially me) had grown attached to it all. 

Then one day, Brian's wandering real estate eye spotted a gem online. We went to an open house the very next day, fell in love, and I was literally contacting our realtor on the car ride home, telling him we wanted to make an offer. 

Meanwhile, we hadn't even listed our townhouse. In our 9 year relationship, the was the first and only impulsive thing Brian and I have ever done. It's not really our style. But our reaction to the house was "that feeling". The one where you just know - this was our house. 

So here we are saying good bye to my favorite home I've ever known. It houses some of the very best moments of my life. But I'm hoping our next home will be the start to another beautiful chapter in our lives. It will house even more firsts, and we'll create new memories. 

But there will always be a special place in my heart for the little peach townhouse on Autumn Ridge, my babies' very first home.