From the moment that Scott and I saw 7315 for the first time, we loved it. It was perfect. Unbelievably perfect. It wasn’t a dream house or anything, but honestly, it felt like our dream house. It had three bedrooms, perfect for a growing family and hosting family. It had large entertaining rooms that we imagined filling with as many college students and friends who would accept an invite. It had a beautiful backyard with incredible light and a large deck, perfect for roasting s’mores when it’s warm outside. It was modern, fun and in the neighborhood that we had been looking in for months. We never imagined that we’d live in this neighborhood, because the prices of the houses that we’d seen weren’t ever really in our future, financially without years of saving. However, this one fit, just barely in a budget that worked for our family.
It was perfect.
We made an offer as soon as we could, and just like that we were closing on our first house.
We were so excited. We planned. I planned colors and painting. We imagined life in the neighborhood that we loved so much.
And it happened, it came true. It was a crazy whirlwind but we closed on our first house. We had some amazing friends help move us in, and my parents too.
I went to Home Depot and I picked out colors that fit the perfect pinterest examples that I had found and I painted most of the house while pregnant when Scott was speaking at a summer camp. I put up all of our pictures, our canvases, and we claimed this place for ourselves. Our first home.
Noah grew in my belly in this home. We went on many walks at 9 months pregnant trying to get things started.
We brought our baby home in this house.
Our baby has grown in this house. He’s become a little boy who loves running in the hallway and throwing balls. We loves playing with the doors in this house, and digging in the dirt in the backyard. He had his first bites of cake in this house. He’s been photographed a ridiculous amounts of time in this house. He loves going on walks in the neighborhood where people walk their dogs and ride their bikes. He blazes his own trail, safely in a beautiful neighborhood safe and quiet.
My sweet cat-child Sydney died in this house. She grew sick, and she passed just in our guest room.
We’ve had the highest highs and low lows in this home. We’ve made so many meals, entertained so many friends and loved so hard. We’ve had family stay. We’ve had friends stay with us. We’ve even had a roommate for a short amount of time. We’ve used up this house, we’ve made it our own and now has come the time that we have to pass it on.
Selling the house, for me, is one of the hardest parts of this move and one of the reasons that I had just the most difficult time with the decision to leave Norfolk and move to Blacksburg. This place just has felt so right, so permanent and so me. It’s been a place where I’ve really thrived, a place that I’ve truly fallen in love with. Norfolk will still be home to me in some ways. My prayer for whoever buys our house is that it fills their lives with as much love and joy as it has ours. This house is truly an amazing place to live, an amazing home.
With all that said, enjoy a little tour of the place that we’ve called home for the past two years.