Home is Where the Heart is

Anthony has always told me that home is wherever we are. He is right and with all the houses that we have lived in, I have needed to be reminded of this often. But of all the houses there is one that stands out the most, our South Carolina house. I love that house, and I often say to Anthony how much I miss it. It was not a big house, and wasn’t even a fancy but it was ours. When Anthony moved in, it hadn’t been lived in for quite some time and after first ripping up the really awesome green shag carpet, Anthony moved in. I moved in a few months later and we together began making it our home. This picture was taking by my parents shortly before we moved.
(L to R: Kirby, Me, Toni, Hope, Maddie Grace, Anthony and Emma)

When we decided to sell and move, I cried and wanted to interview every person that came to look at the house. Finally, a nice gentleman named Harold, came and saw the house, luckily I was there due to the dogs and got to show him around and answer any questions he had. A day or so later he made an offer and after some negotiating we settled on a deal. A few weeks later Anthony and I were there cleaning and finishing the last of the moving, it was closing day, a very sad day in my book for sure. The house was so empty yet it still seemed like my home. Harold came to do his final inspection, I tried not to cry, but after he was done looking around, I said to him, “Harold, can I ask you a question?” He smiled and said sure. I replied, “You are not going to bulldoze my house down are you?” He smiled and said, “No, I am going to rent it out.” I was thrilled! I hoped that someone would love this house as much as I did, and still do.

I hope to someday find another house that I love just as much, if not more than that little house in South Carolina. I am sure I will drag Anthony to see lots of houses before; I find one that feels like home.