To My First Home
To My House on Division Street:
I’m not sure that there are enough words and emotions to encompass everything I want to convey. You, my sweet little colonial home, were simply magical. When I started looking for a home, I was young and didn’t know what to expect. I fell in love with you as soon as I walked through your stained glass front door and saw your warm hardwood floors, enchanting fireplace, and arched doorways. Your stairs creaked with each step, telling stories of the people who had lived here before. In your 92 years of life, I’m sure you had seen and heard some pretty incredible things.
If I had known how rewarding and fulfilling it would be to own a home, I would have done it even sooner. You were exactly what I needed during the most challenging time of my life, and your walls gave me support and shelter. You were my castle, and within those walls, I was queen. There was healing energy and love that poured out from your beams and every surface. I felt cocooned, safe to be myself, safe to grow, and safe to make mistakes. I filled with pride when I looked out my master bedroom windows out onto my kingdom below.
My heart smiles when I remember all the times Bella and I would romp around the yard in the snow after I’d had a long night of working in the hospitality industry. The rest of the world would be quiet, and we would play chase and tag, making tracks across the freshly fallen snow. You watched with a silent eye, your windows seeming to smile at us.
Within your walls, my business grew. I’d daydream and plan and create while I looked out the second-story windows of my office. Warm sunshine would spill onto my desk and the floor, a soft breeze would flow in from all of your windows. With each gentle rain storm, I would throw open the windows to hear the soft melody in every corner of the house. It slowly cleansed away the person I had been before, exposing the woman underneath like an afternoon rain reveals seedlings in the soil. New life, new potential, destined for more. You helped bring that out in me, an old and experienced soul coaching and comforting the young one. I gave back to you what I could, putting on fresh coats of paint, giving your kitchen a facelift, and planting various shrubs and flowers to further enhance your beauty. It was in no way equal to everything you gave me, but I know you didn’t expect anything from me at all.
To my house on Division Street, I want to say thank you, but that’s not enough. You welcomed me, made me feel like I was truly home, and were my silent cheerleader for the big and small triumphs during the time we spent together. You were more than just a house or home, you were my temple and oasis. You gave me strength and love as though you were a living, breathing being. Saying goodbye to you is incredibly hard, but I know that it doesn’t come with hard feelings on either side. My only wish is that someone will love you as much, and more, than I do, and I believe your new companions will do just that. I felt dually as an owner and as a wanted and welcomed guest within your walls. Take care, my sweet friend, and keep sharing your love and soundless stories for years to come.
Love always,
Kate
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