I have been living in my first house for 2 years. We’ve been trying to sell it for 1 year. Here is a layout I made about moving into our first house. The journaling is written to my husband who wasn’t there for the closing of the house or for the moving in and getting settled.
Credits: Wild and Fancy Free by Shabby Miss Jen, Jan Crowley and Meredith Fenwick, Lace from Leon by Laura Skathi
Journaling: It was March 24, 2005 and we were buying our first house, but “we” were not there. It was just me. I was moving into a new house, in a new town, with a 6 month old. I was at least a 12 hour drive from any family in an unfamiliar state and in an almost alien southern part of the country. I unpacked everything. It took me over two months. Liam learned to hold his bottle on his own. He started moving about the floor but not crawling. I had to get someone to hang the blinds, to change the locks, to mow the lawn, and to install some shelving. I painted our bedroom on my own, while Liam napped. Liam and I celebrated Easter alone. We celebrated mother’s day alone. You returned in early June. Returned is the wrong word since you never were there. You arrived in June. Liam was afraid of you. He didn’t know who you were. You had been gone since January. You got to see the new house, the new dining room table, and the new couch. You had to learn where everything went, I already had that down. You didn’t have to unpack or get rid of boxes. You didn’t have to call utilities companies. You had it very easy. You only had to miss us. We had do all the moving, unpacking, settling, coping. We had to do it all while missing you.
