Thirteen years ago (1994), my sister and her husband bought a house as it was being built. They picked out carpeting, colors, and made some changes to the floor plan. That summer it was finished, and they moved in. And they invited me to move in with them and pay rent. Grin. I accepted, and soon I was living away from home (a long distance of four miles) for the first time in my life. I was 20. Less than a year later I met Russ, and we were married soon after that. I moved out just in time. My sister and her husband needed more space for their first child, born two months later. After Russ and I had been married for a year and a half, my sister and her little family moved out....and we moved in.
The past ten years at our little 'cottage' have been amazing, full, and wonderful. We created an oasis in the back yard. We brought all three of our baby boys home from the hospital to this house. I get all choked up when I think about someone else owning it.
Now it is time to move on. We have our 'forever house' in the country where we will create new memories and live a wonderful life. I hope the nice young couple who has purchased this house today will enjoy it as much as we did.
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