This article, entitled Goodbye, house comes from Jessica Rassette at bubandteebs.com.

We are living in one incredibly empty house. All of our stuff is sitting in solitude in the spacious garage of our new home, patiently waiting for us to move in. It is days away, new house, just days away.

Ironically, this little house that we have sold for bigger and better things seems so endlessly large with just one tiny bed in each room and its empty cupboards that creak open and then are slammed shut with an "oh yeah, I forgot." The space inside of this house is vapid and hollow, but our hearts are so, so heavy with all of the memories we've had here.

So while Tom and I balance next to each other on this silly little twin size mattress in our empty bedroom, I feel like I have to give in and do this sappy "goodbye house" post. Because really, I'm just a sappy person.

Goodbye, house. I'll miss the perfect ring of dirt in the backyard where we failed, for years to grow grass. I'll miss the yellow light shining through the window of our detached garage late at night whenever Tom was working on a project. I'll miss the vibrant, shameless shutters that are, literally, the color "Ruby Lips." You are so shamelessly bright, clearly ugly, but without a care in the world. I'll miss that.

I'll miss the shaggy haired kid that always seemed to lose stuff in our backyard. Actually, I won't really miss that. But I will miss Bub standing at our front window shouting "Hey! Hey!" at the big kids blasting by on their big kid bikes when Bub was just a little guy with stubby little guy legs. I'll miss my little guys being little guys in this house. I'll miss the little bathroom that we shared and the chunky fingers jammed underneath the door whenever someone was looking for their mama.

Goodbye, house. I'll miss the spot in the kitchen where Tom proposed, The place by the curb where Tom first walked me to my car. The paths in the living room where baby feet took their first stumbling steps, the first teetering falls, and the climbing back up that happened again and again. I'll miss the evenings of playing in the front yard, anxiously waiting for Daddy to turn the corner at the end of the street and the vibrant shouts of "Daddy!" and "Da da!!"

I'll miss the closeness of our bedrooms, the tight jigsaw of walls that they are. How the waft of a gloworm lullaby seeps into everyone's room whenever someone is scared at night.

Goodbye, house. I'll miss how silly and young I was when I first saw you. I'll miss the lessons I learned here. I'll miss those first middle of the night cries of sickness when I stepped up the plate and realized I was pretty darn good at being a mama. I'll miss everything that happened here. But I love everything that it made me.

Goodby, house. I'll miss your familiar creaks and friendly quirks. I'll miss knowing you as home. But I am oh so, oh so, oh so excited for our new home.

We haven't had much to do the past few days. No washing machine to do laundry. No dishes to clean in the dishwasher. We do have a lovely birthday party planned tomorrow for Bub, but with an empty house and lack of technology, we've been living a pretty simple, slightly boring, but overall pretty nice life.

It's kind of like camping. Kind of like torture. And secretly just a little bit fun. But not fun enough that we aren't counting every single second until it's over. Big adventures lie ahead. Huge adventures. And I think we are ready. We are ready to let this home go and see what new memories are waiting for us at the new one.

Three. more. days. We're ready.

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