Its nice to be in the courtyard, feels like the kids have a place to go outside and play!
Up 1/2 flight of stairs and you are in the living room
kitchen shots
dining
(why oh why do they put carpet in dining rooms!?)the patio
Zach's bedroom
hallway
laundry in the closet
Lily's room and 2nd bath are on the left
our bedroom is on the right
Lily's room
Dave's side
my side
The night before I left for Oregon, my friend Margaret gave me the nicest gift I have probably ever received. She presented me with an album of photos of all the places in Kansas City that hold a special place in my heart. Seriously, she didn't forget ANYTHING. There were photos of our first apartment, and first house. There were details like the sign at the entrance to our neighborhood, and a close up of our house numbers. She shot pics of the high schools we graduated from, my favorite stores on the plaza, and Dave's favorite fountain in Kansas City. There were pictures of the hospitals where my children were born, the house I grew up in, the creek that I played in as a child, and the school that I taught 4th grade at. Honestly, it took my breath away and I bawled looking at all the places that depicted "home". Then, she left me with a charge. Knowing that I would be moving around for the next year or so, she left space to fill the book with more pictures of the places we would live, and spots that would become memorable for us. The idea being that I could look back and point and say, "this children, is where you learned to swim, ride your bike, etc." What has been most surprising about all this moving around, is that honestly, HONESTLY, I can say that I look back at pictures of places and people, and "times" in Oregon, and I get heavy hearted. I am shocked at how much a picture of our little place (that we lived in for a short 9 months) can send such intense "longing" feelings through me! In the end, I think it makes me happy because I know that I truly "lived" there. That I loved it enough to miss it. That I invested enough of myself and my energy to integrate, and to find the beauty in my surroundings. (and lets be honest, its not hard to find beauty in Oregon) It is this experience that gives me hope, and reaffirms that it will only be a matter of time before I feel the same way about Texas.
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Up 1/2 flight of stairs and you are in the living room
kitchen shots
dining
(why oh why do they put carpet in dining rooms!?)the patio
Zach's bedroom
hallway
laundry in the closet
Lily's room and 2nd bath are on the left
our bedroom is on the right
Lily's room
Dave's side
my side
The night before I left for Oregon, my friend Margaret gave me the nicest gift I have probably ever received. She presented me with an album of photos of all the places in Kansas City that hold a special place in my heart. Seriously, she didn't forget ANYTHING. There were photos of our first apartment, and first house. There were details like the sign at the entrance to our neighborhood, and a close up of our house numbers. She shot pics of the high schools we graduated from, my favorite stores on the plaza, and Dave's favorite fountain in Kansas City. There were pictures of the hospitals where my children were born, the house I grew up in, the creek that I played in as a child, and the school that I taught 4th grade at. Honestly, it took my breath away and I bawled looking at all the places that depicted "home". Then, she left me with a charge. Knowing that I would be moving around for the next year or so, she left space to fill the book with more pictures of the places we would live, and spots that would become memorable for us. The idea being that I could look back and point and say, "this children, is where you learned to swim, ride your bike, etc." What has been most surprising about all this moving around, is that honestly, HONESTLY, I can say that I look back at pictures of places and people, and "times" in Oregon, and I get heavy hearted. I am shocked at how much a picture of our little place (that we lived in for a short 9 months) can send such intense "longing" feelings through me! In the end, I think it makes me happy because I know that I truly "lived" there. That I loved it enough to miss it. That I invested enough of myself and my energy to integrate, and to find the beauty in my surroundings. (and lets be honest, its not hard to find beauty in Oregon) It is this experience that gives me hope, and reaffirms that it will only be a matter of time before I feel the same way about Texas.
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