Closing a Chapter

It's hard to believe it was ten years ago when I moved to Marietta.  

Honestly, I wasn't even looking for a house at the time.  My sister and her husband were living in the area, and while driving through the neighborhood with them, I pointed out a house that I liked.  My sister encouraged me to stop, jumped out the car (6 months pregnant) and ran across the road to grab a flyer.  I secretly think she had a perfect scenario created in her head.  I'd move to Marietta, accept a teaching job at a local school (of course where her children would be enrolled), and they would spend afternoons hanging out in my classroom finishing their homework before I dropped them off at her house for dinner.  I guess part of this scenario came true...I did move to Marietta.

Although I'm thrilled about opening a new chapter, I can't close this one without a little twinge of sadness and guilt for leave my first real home.  There were so many special times that I will always remember in this house.

The three snows that occurred while in this house...

More than a few smoke filled dinners that came out of this kitchen...

Ten years of family advent dinners served in this dining room...

Numerous pumpkin carving parties hosted on this porch...

Hundreds of Braves games watched in this den...

Thousands of bubble baths enjoyed in this tub...

A lot of z-z-z in this bedroom...

Many, many friends and family who spent-the-night in these two guest rooms...

Taking up a new hobby and learning to sew in my office...

My first ever garden planted and harvested in this yard...

Two sweet dogs who protected this house...

And too many laughs, smiles and tears to count.  For these experiences, I am grateful.  It has been a great ten years.

Goodbye, Normandy Drive.