Monday, September 22, 2014

goodbye, peppermill



Oh, that house. The house Andrew bought when we had only been dating a few months. The one he saw so much potential in. We went through a phase where we imagined what a deck would look like, and what we wanted to see, and then reality and cost smacked us in the face and we never really spoke of it again.

This is the house where I attempted my hand at gardening. I bought flowers and watered them religiously until they started looking tired and I let them die. We replaced the decaying wood around the flowerbeds, brick by brick, getting dry hands in the process. We got a couch stuck in a hallway and nearly got a van stuck in the garage. I moved in, and Andrew worked nights, and there was my room and our room, until there was just our room and it started to feel like our house.

This is the house Baby Bauer came home to. I still remember going to dinner at The Melting Pot (my, how things have changed!) and coming home to his little face peering into the entry way for the first time, the way he has done nearly every day of his life. When we got laminate floors, the click-clack of his paws on the floor was new to us all; now our house doesn't feel complete without it. The garage is where we spent some of our most trying times, trying to get Jake to eat in his last days. It's where we learned teamwork and compassion and how to say goodbye. I'll miss the duck pond that Duncan and I visited so often in those first few days after his buddy was gone.

We painted the rooms, replaced the sink, and made a home. The attic housed my engagement ring for so many months and I didn't have a clue. This is the home we came home to post-honeymoon, decorated by my maid of honor with rose petals and champagne, and the place where all those DIYs happened. We've celebrated all of our Christmases here so far.

Christmas 2012

I'll never forget the pattern in the ceiling that I stared at so intently the morning we woke up and Andrew suggested I move in. The familiar sound of the screen door opening that lets the pets know not to worry, it's their people who are home. I'll always have a scar on my right forearm forever tying me to this house. My father-in-law accidentally broke the lip on the globe on our ceiling fan, but it was still able to hang. It started falling down one night and I reflexively tried to catch it. It slashed my arm instead, and the scar will forever remind me of him and the room where it happened. And my floors. Oh, those floors. I never knew I could have a love so deep for laminate, but I do.

The house that was ours is on a ridiculously-named street often confused for "peppermill." I hope the new owners have fun spelling it out every time they give their address over the phone. I hope they bring home a kitten or a puppy or a baby for the first time to this place and make their own memories. I hope their meals are shared with people they love and they quickly learn that the oven runs hot. Christmases will be celebrated and I hope they put the tree next to the fireplace - it really does look good there. Maybe they'll have their own vision for the huge yard and they'll execute it, and they'll paint the house colors I never would have dreamed of but wish I had. Mostly, I hope they're lucky enough to build a life and memories there as great as the one we've worked on the past few years.

So, house on Peppermill, this is goodbye. I've hated you and wanted to leave you for as long as I can remember, but now I realize I'm going to miss you and your quirks (except your low water pressure - not going to miss that!). May our life and memories in the new house be even better than those we shared with you.

28 comments:

  1. Those are some great memories to have. Here's to making many more in your new home. :)

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  2. while not every home we own will be or feel like "home", it's still part of us and was a part of our lives so it's natural to miss some aspects. our last home was like that -- it didn't feel quite like "home" but was just a place we lived in however when we moved, i missed it! weird, right?

    here's to lots of new, awesome memories in your new place :)

    -kathy
    Vodka and Soda

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  3. Everywhere we've been contributes so much to our life story. I'm glad you have things that tie you there, but not so many that you can't have an awesome experience in the next stop on your journey.

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  4. This is a great post, sometimes leaving something we hate isn't as easy as we thought it would be. At least I know what your walls would tell me if they could talk!

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  5. I am having a lot of there same thoughts about our house we are about to sell. So many memories! I love yours, especially the ones including Bauer and his paws. :)

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  6. SUCH a wonderful post and a great way to capture all of those memories of a place you called home!!! <3

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  7. Awww this is such a sweet post! I know you will make tons of new memories at your new home!

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  8. Oh my gosh. I can relate to this so much. We bought a house back in March and leaving our first little home was SO SO incredibly hard. I think I cried for a week.

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  9. Awe! I love your memories of how this place will forever be on your heart! I can just picture baby Bauer, and the scar on your arm. Good luck and wishes for best memories in your new home!

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  10. Aww it's hard to leave any house because of the memories. I know you will make lots of great memories at your new home, too! :)

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  11. Great post & great way to close a chapter in your life.

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  12. Aww, this is such a sweet post!! It must be such a bitter sweet feeling because you guys had a lot of firsts there but you will make SO many amazing memories at the new place. :):)

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  13. Such a great post. It is important to look back on all the great times and reflect, but also be excited for all the new memories in your new home! It's funny how attached you can become to a place without realizing it. I have gotten that little twinge of pain leaving every place I've ever lived, from my sorority house to summer apartments. Cheers to moving on to bigger and better things!

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  14. It's so funny how your first home as a couple can be both hated and loved at the same time! Haha. We were soooo ready to get out of the house we rented for the first 4 years and we cursed almost everything about it daily, but we knew we'd miss it and we do. Kind of. But also not really.

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  15. so young and naive with your dining choices ;) congrats on the new place!

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  16. I love this! It held such great memories it seems. Can't wait to see the new digs!

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  17. Glad you are able to find the happy moments and realize even the sad ones have memorizes to cherish. Wishing nothing but the best for you both in the new house!

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  18. On to bigger and better and hopefully more gardening-amiable things!

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  19. So touching, and beautifully written! Yay to no more low water pressure and here's to great new memories in your new house :) Congrats Lauren!!

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  20. [Insert Flight of the Conchords "I'm not crying" gif]

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  21. Gosh this is so reflective and sweet! What a great end to a chapter and a beautiful invitation to a new chapter :-)

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  22. It's kinda crazy to leave a house where you've had so many moment of life and know that you'll never see the inside of it again. We lived in our first home together for 3.5 years and it's funny how many memories are tied to certain rooms or quirks about that house!

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  23. I love this post so much. How much you pack into each sentence is just incredible. I enjoyed recounting the memories with you as I read them. And I especially enjoyed reading your wishes for the new homeowners. The people we bought our house from left us a lovely note explaining how important the house was to them -- and I appreciated it. The view from them gave owning a home a little more "dimension" to it... if that makes sense. Keep writing about your new home (whenever you get a chance!) -- I enjoy reading whatever you write. :)

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  24. I'm crying like a baby over here. Lauren, this is beautiful.

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  25. This is making me very emotional lol.....I'm getting ready to move out of my place and change is hard right?

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  26. So true how memories can bring emotional attachments to places and things.

    I had a little separation anxiety when I saw someone test drive my car then I looked at my new one and said ADIOS!

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  27. oh my gosh why for you make me cry! not cool. i love peppermill now, sobbing. here's to making many more memories!

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  28. Awww this post had me all teary-eyed! I'm definitely going through this phase too as my hubs and I are moving into our first home! It's funny how sometimes you learn to love the odd quirks. :)

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