As I'm lying here in bed watching House Hunters International, it hit me that we have less than a week left in our house. As excited as I am to start a new adventure in our new house, it really makes me sad thinking about leaving this one. I was so proud of myself when I bought this house all by myself at the age of 25. I looked at it as such a big accomplishment. I have gone from being single to being married to being a mother in this house. It's strange thinking that our next child will never know this house as a home and well I guess Margot won't either. I know it's silly to become so attached to a place, but that's how I am. I'm not big on change. Apparently when I was a little girl my parents sold a green station wagon of ours and I cried and cried because I didn't want them to sell it. See it's been an issue I've had for a long time. After 10.5 years of looking out the back door, out into the pasture and at the cows, it's coming to an end. 1084 you've been a great house to me and to our family, if only you'd been a couple of rooms bigger now, we wouldn't have to move.