We're in our new house now. Very tough weekend! Imagine having to move everything but also having to hold a baby at all times. Max doesn't sleep at all during the day (at all), so our options were either to move house at 4am in the dark, or for Emeline to hold him, at our old house or our new house, while I ran around moving things and driving between Dunedin and Port Chalmers; and then for me to hold Max while Emeline drove around and moved things.
Crazy. Impossible. Difficult. Challenging. Tiring. Chaotic.
And in the process, we almost forgot to stop and take the time to say goodbye to our old wonderful house, which we've been renting for a year. It was such a special place and a special time for us. We watched Emeline's belly get steadily larger and larger there; spent a wet and gray winter huddled under blankets there, shoving extra sheets against the curtains and the windows to stop the gusts of wind from billowing out the curtains like sails; we cooked a lot of great meals there; hosted friends and family there; we loved and laughed there an awful lot; and, of course, when he was a two-day-old little peanut, we took our brand new boy back from the hospital there, and rocked and shushed and cooed and sang to him in every room of the house at some point, at 3am, with his stubborn untired eyes shining in the almost dark.
Houses are just buildings. But they can be something more. And we managed to fill this one up with a lot of special things.
Goodbye, Hood Street!
We love you.
Crazy. Impossible. Difficult. Challenging. Tiring. Chaotic.
And in the process, we almost forgot to stop and take the time to say goodbye to our old wonderful house, which we've been renting for a year. It was such a special place and a special time for us. We watched Emeline's belly get steadily larger and larger there; spent a wet and gray winter huddled under blankets there, shoving extra sheets against the curtains and the windows to stop the gusts of wind from billowing out the curtains like sails; we cooked a lot of great meals there; hosted friends and family there; we loved and laughed there an awful lot; and, of course, when he was a two-day-old little peanut, we took our brand new boy back from the hospital there, and rocked and shushed and cooed and sang to him in every room of the house at some point, at 3am, with his stubborn untired eyes shining in the almost dark.
Houses are just buildings. But they can be something more. And we managed to fill this one up with a lot of special things.
Goodbye, Hood Street!
We love you.
2 comments:
Goodbye! Thanks for being a great house!
Goodbye Hood Street - thanks for hosting Julie and me. We had an awesome time there.
E, C, & M - congrats on the new home. Julie and I can't wait to see it! :-)
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