This Old House

This Old House is MY first house. The house that Daniel and I chose after a summer of driving aimlessly around the streets of Austin on the weekends, picking up flyers as we went. What a fun summer that was... listening to music with the windows down, sharing a snack at Sonic, playing golf and eating Mexican food in the evenings. And This Old House is what we chose. And it wasn't great... but it was good.

This Old House is where we started having family Christmas gatherings when my grandparents moved into a retirement home. It's where THIS happened one year. It's where my mom's side of the family stood around singing Christmas Carols as my grandmother asked "what key?" and played her mother's piano. Played songs she can't ever forget though she now can't remember much at all. And it was priceless... and it was good.

This Old House is where we have had parties... oh, the parties. For friends about to have babies, with friends celebrating the new year, with people we hardly know at all as we get to know them, for family BBQs and fancy dinner parties and football and birthdays and for no reason whatsoever. And for going away. And it was FUN and it was sad. But it was good.

This Old House is where my sister and I did this. I think about it sometimes and feel happy and warm and good about those days. They were sweet and very good.

This Old (Old) House is where my mom and I spent hours and days and weeks getting ready for the-artist-formerly-known-as "Buddy." We cleaned, talked about baby names, redesigned the entire front of the house... in short, we nested. And the nesting was so exhausting. But the house was FINALLY great. The house was finally a home. And the process was so good.

This Old House is where we brought Charlie home. Where he fell in love with his family and where they fell in love with him. Where he sat and rolled and walked and talked and pushed and ran and met his sweet friends for the very first time. This is where we spent precious moments, the three of us, snuggled in bed in the mornings and where we waved bye bye to Dada every day when he went to work and where we stared out the window and squealed every day when he came home. We will do that in the next house... but this is where we did it first. This Old House is where we took thousands of pictures that will always remind us of This Old House. These days were the very definition of good.

This Old House Is JUST a house. But that's not what it represents. It means friends, family, faith and firsts. The only things that make life good.

And This Old House  is where we are moving... for now. And I just keep reminding myself that it too will be good.


the blogivers said...

Been so sad seeing all your goodbye posts :( you will be missed! But I know you will grow to love your new home, and I know you will make friends there in no time! Wishing you guys all the best! :)

Katie Norwood said...

Oh my gosh. Big fat tears spilling on my kitchen table. Darn you, pregnancy. The Loj, you are a gem. This is beautifully written. I share your love for home, and I totally relate. Such precious memories. Life is good!

On another note... the new house is adorable. You will make it perfect in no time.

Unknown said...

Lots and lots of cheese trays were shared in that old house! And lots of margaritas...and they were good. :)

Lots of laughs, lots of tears (mostly mine, let's be honest), Bible studies, parties, dance parties...if those walls could talk!! If they could talk they would say that your friends are all crazy!! That you are SUCH a good mom. That you and Daniel have fun and laugh together. And that you guys are so well loved by your friends and family because your home was never empty.

I won't be able to drive down Shoal Creek without crying. I'm still going to pick up the phone to call you on my way home from work and I hope your new schedule in Charlotte is conducive to these necessary chat sessions. I will miss you guys so much, and I'm afraid my boyfriend will find a new girlfriend. Alas, distance will just be a nuisance not a hindrance.

I love you, I'm praying for you, and I miss you already! *sob* But I'll see you in December and February. :) That's a good start! XOXO

Unknown said...

So special! You, Charlie and Daniel will be missed! Safe to say that Austin lost a little bit of it's weird and a lot of it's fun and that's just not ok...

Enjoy Charlotte, soak up all that is Southern and come visit. Even if it's a stop in Dallas I'll treat you to a MiCo salad. :)


Shayla said...

What a beautiful post, Liz! All those good memories are what makes a house a home. No doubt your new house will feel like home in no time! (It's darling, by the way!)

jeremy said...

That's horrible. I dont like that to happen.


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Unknown said...

Hi Liz! I was trying to find your contact info, but couldn't...you won the Belk show tickets!! If you could e-mail me or comment on my blog with your e-mail address, that would be lovely. :)

Cheers, Cams

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I felt so sad reading this Liz.

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