My parents listed their house for sale not too long ago. We’ve lived in that house since I was 2ish. It’s all I remember.

With everything going on at my Montgomery home right now I’m feeling a lot of feelings about my Decatur home being on the market.

That house is great. But the memories are better. In highschool, our house was definitely the hang out spot. My brothers and I had to schedule for time on the weekends to see who’s friends would get to take over the basement. From the big TV, mini fridge, and comfy couches to the ample street parking – Jessie Drive was a great spot for teenagers.

Classic fun in the basement.

I still talk to friends and coworkers about the house in Decatur as if I still live there. “My house – um I mean my parents’ house” is a sentence starter I’ve used more than once. It’s going to be weird when it’s not their house anymore.

It really makes me think a lot about where I’m living now. What memories will come out of our little Montgomery home? We’ve already made some great ones, but the tree through the ceiling made some not so great ones.

We’re still unpacking boxes. We slept last Wednesday for the first time in our own bed in over a month. It didn’t quite live up to expectations. Not only did we get rather used to the king sized bed in the hotel – going down to a full was quite the adjustment – but we also realized that after the ordeal of finding our sheets and making the bed that our memory foam mattress was upside down and rather hard. We slept on it anyway – I was not remaking that bed!

We’ve had to miss a lot of work lately for various construction related things, Joel most of all since he’s so close and also because he has a much better temperament for dealing with upsetting news.

So when I received a call that our couch would be delivered Friday, I was pumped but upset that the time slot we were given was the morning. More work missed. But Thursday night we got a nice surprise, they could deliver it in 15 minutes if we were there – and we were!

Now  you might remember me mentioning before that Dobby had to go back to the vet after ripping his neuter incision open..[gross].

Well he still had his cone on until Saturday and we couldn’t give him a real bath until it was off. Brand new couch+stinky dog does not equal a happy Katelyn. So we found blankets and covered our beautiful new sofa in Joel’s childhood wolf blankets (I don’t know what else to call them.. fleece blankets with pictures of wolves and wolf packs on them – yes, I said blanketS. He has several). Not the best scenario for feeling “moved in” but at least we had a place to sit.

And all this and the hundreds of boxes aside, they’re still not completely done. Men I don’t know are still coming and going from my house. I’m ready to have my life back. But I am extremely grateful. God had our backs through this whole thing. USAA has been absolutely amazing. And not to mention we got that hole fixed in our ceiling where Joel had stepped through on the day the water heater broke.

Joel and I have gone through a lot in the past 2 months. It’s weird to think about now – but looking back this was definitely the most stressful time of our relationship. And I’m grateful for that as well, because a lot of couples we know have way worse “worse time of our relationship” stories. Our’s is we had to live in a 2 room suite for a month. I think we’ll bounce back.

These will be memories – not all great, mostly ironically funny, but still memories of our first home. But as annoying as it was, I’m so glad that I’ve got a fantastic husband by my side and as people kept telling me “it could have been worse”.

Last night a friend came over to grab some boxes, and we got him to stay for dinner. That’s what I love most about being back home. My house was a disaster, we had to move a weight set off of the dining room table so we had a place to eat, but we could have a friend over for a meal and conversation. I’ve felt isolated in our little hotel bubble, and hosting someone for dinner even among the boxes made it all rush back why I love having a place to call home. I’m truly grateful for our home sweet home, and looking forward to the memories we’re going to make moving forward.