Home Sweet Home

327 Diana. The home I found on Facebook Marketplace 2 years ago. In just two days, we’ll be moving into a home that will be ours forever. Yesterday, the owner listed the house for rent again, and I was hit with so many emotions. 

I’m sad. I moved here when my daughter was only 4 months old. I’ve gone through so many stages in this house, not just as a mom, but as a wife too. This little house held us through learning curves, sleepless nights, milestones, hard conversations, laughter, growth, and so much love.  It’s hard leaving behind something that gave my family so many memories. So before we close this chapter, I thought it would be nice to revisit some of them and really say goodbye to 327 Diana. 

When we first moved into this house, I was still breastfeeding and learning motherhood for the very first time. I was learning how to take care of a baby while also learning how to take care of myself. When I compare the woman who moved here 2 years ago to the one buying a house now, they are so different they probably wouldn’t even recognize each other. Back then, I had a hard time defending myself without losing my temper. I was overwhelmed, emotional, and honestly still trying to figure out who I was after becoming a mom. 

Over these past two years, I’ve grown so much spiritually. Some of my deepest prayers happened inside this house. I cried on these floors, prayed over my marriage here, prayed over my daughter here, prayed over my future here. And through all of it, the Lord has blessed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined back then. 

This was the house where my daughter learned to walk. Where we danced in the kitchen, stayed up through fevers and thunderstorms, celebrated birthdays, and survived really hard seasons too. It was never perfect, but it was ours for a little while, and it gave us safety and comfort during years that changed us forever. Military deployments happened in this house. Long nights alone happened in this house. This was the house where my daughter had her first real Christmas, the year she was finally old enough to get excited about decorating and truly understand the magic of it all. 

Luke and I learned how to work together better in this house. We found opportunities here too. New jobs that brought financial stability, answered prayers, and finally gave us room to breathe after so much uncertainty. 

I think sometimes we only celebrate the big endings. The dream house. The next chapter. But there’s something sacred about the in between places too. The homes that held you while you were becoming someone new.  327 Diana watched me become a mother. It watched Luke and I grow together. It watched us struggle, rebuild, laugh, forgive, and keep choosing each other over and over again. 

 I used to dream about leaving this house for something bigger. Now that the moment is here, I realize this little home was never “just temporary.” It was part of our story. And I’ll always be grateful for the version of us that lived here. 

And now, it’s watching us leave stronger than we arrived