The end

This is the last post I'll ever write from 215 Byall Avenue. The move to Columbus overall is bittersweet, but in this moment, I'm just feeling the bitter. 


I started this blog while living in Bowling Green. The boy and I hadn't even been married a full year at that point and my, how things have changed. On this date four years ago Blinn and I were carefree, baby-free and living it up on our honeymoon. In a few hours we'll load the last of our things onto the Uhaul truck, strap Baby Girl into her car seat and head for our hometown. It was our home before this was our home, but in many ways, its all going to feel brand new. 


My whole married life has been in this house. I became a mother twice in this house. I've raised a daughter in this house and this is where she said her first words, crawled for the first time, got her first boo-boos, kept us up so many nights, smiled her first smile. Matt and I started our first garden together in this backyard. This front porch has been the meeting place for friends and family and on it we've enjoyed delicious drinks, fine foods, meaningful conversations and lots of good times. My boy did so many projects in this house and with each one he surprised me just a little bit more by how handy he really is. There was a lot of creativity that came out of me in this house. This is where Blinntoberfest was born, where a first-ever Winter Solstice Party took place, where countless guests took advantage of our guest room and excess space. 


This house has been our home. I'm really sad to leave it behind. 


So long, Byall. I'll miss you.