This week is such a bittersweet week for me. On one hand I am super excited about our trip and spending some time in the sun with my family and sipping on some umbrella drinks. Not to mention being unplugged for a while, waking up a bit later, and eating meals I don’t have to cook or clean up in my own kitchen. But I am also a little saddened because this week (two years ago) we loaded up our U-Haul truck and made our cross country move from Baltimore to California. We were so sad to say goodbye to our friends, our favorite local eateries and hang out spots, not to mention the fall trees and spring time cherry blossoms. But mostly, we were heart broken to drive away from our home that we put so much love into over a short five year time period.
When we first became homeowners we were only 23 years old. We were just babies taking on an adult task….so green around the edges, so proud, and so excited about this new grown up decision. We were fortunate enough to qualify for a 203k loan. We were buying in a not so great area that was “up and coming” which allowed us to afford a home in our price range, as well as, fix up a part of the community at the same time. With every wall we painted, every slat of hardwood the hubs laid, and every picture hung on the wall, we became more and more proud to call our little casa, home. We watched the street we lived on shift a little towards making the city a better place. We watched new neighbors move into the Charles Village area of Baltimore. We watched investors and families purchase the vacant houses on our street with Homepath loans and soon a street that seemed run down became inhibited and full of possibilities again. It was a really cool thing to be a part of. Unfortunately we were told by the Coast Guard that we had to move. It was before our house was finished to our liking, and we did not get to see a full transition of the street. So you can imagine why I feel a little “unfinished” or somewhat “unsatisfied” when it comes to our Baltimore house, but so thankful for the experiences just the same. We lost our DIY virginity to that house…we let it teach us what truly makes four simple walls into the home you bring your first child into. And because of that, it will always hold a special place in our hearts.
So today, in honor of our awesome Baltimore home which inspired me to start a blog, I send thanks to it and for all of the loveliness it brought to us. East 27th street you rocked our worlds.
Do any of you have a crush on your first home? Or am I the only one that got swept away by the lure of weekend projects and fell in love with a stack of bricks?