The minute I saw it I loved it. The minute I stepped foot in the doorway, I knew I was home. After 6 months of exhausting searches, I had finally arrived home. Three years ago, leap year to be exact, I took a leap of faith and signed my name on the line. Three years ago I entered a world I didn’t know anything about. Home ownership. It was foreign to me. But I was ready. I was ready to have a place to call my own. I was ready to do whatever I wanted to a place and not worry about landlords coming after me. I was ready to make a place my home. I was ready to feel like it was home.
She was my prize possession. I poured my heart and soul into making her mine. I was fortunate that she was move-in ready. She had already been updated. She may be small, but she was the perfect size for me and my pup. It was just the two of us. We didn’t need anything bigger. She was perfect to and for us.
I have only shown pictures of the outside of her for the most part on here. But now it’s time. It’s time to show the inside. I want to document this for Mason. One day when I turn our little blog into a book for him, I want me to be able to look back and see his first home. The home he will never remember. Join us on a little tour of our humble abowed....
The minute you walk in the door, after you pass the gorgeous Japanese Maple trees, you enter the living room.
Turn left and walk under the lovely arched doorway and into the small yet intimate dining room.
Pass through the dining room and step foot into the "one butt" kitchen. Yes, it's small. But we cooked many of meals in this kitchen. It served it's purpose.
The door by the stove leads out into the backyard. And there is a door on the otherside of the stove that leads into a half finished half unfinished basement.
Now, had you not turned left at the living room and instead walked straight back, you would have run into what I called "my" bathroom. The shower in "my" bathroom is what sold me on the house. Yes. A shower is the reason I bought the house. Call me crazy but I loved it.
To the left of the bathroom was a guest bedroom. Many of friends and family occupied this room.
To the right of the bathroom is a hallway that leads to Mason's room and our room. The first room you pass on the right is Mason's nursery. Brian spent many long hours painting his room and making it just perfect for our first little son.
The hallway dead ends into our bedroom. The Master Bedroom.
The windows overlooked the backyard, which I loved. The door by the "L" was our walk-in closet. However, it was so small only one person could walk-in at a time. The door to the left of the dresser was a bathroom. I won't even call it a master bathroom because it was so small. Poor Brian. He got the bad end of the deal on the bathrooms.
And that my friends was our first home. Yes, it was small. Yes, it was time to move on. We needed more space. We needed more room to to play and grow. But that doesn't mean we won't always love her. I will miss her. I loved her location. I loved the neighborhood. I loved everything about her. But it was time.
All of these were taken on our last day there. May 1. I day I will always remember.
She was so special to us for some many reasons. I bought her when I was a single woman and I left her as married, mother of 3 (mason and 2 pups ). She (Bellview) was our first home. She was where we spent months putting Masons nursery together so it would be perfect on the day we brought him home. She is where we spent a lot of “firsts” with Mason. First Halloween, First Thanksgiving, First Christmas… etc. The list goes on. I will never forget her and I hope and pray one day Mason will look back at her and smile. For this was our first HOME.
Do you have fond memories of your first home? Or are you pouring your own sweat and love into making your first home just right for you?
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