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As I sit in my home watching my youngest play while my older two are at school, I can’t help but think of you since it won’t be long before you’re sitting here watching your children play. I don’t know much about you, but I imagine you’re busy getting ready for your upcoming move. Just as I should be doing too.

The home you’re about to move in to is a pretty special place. I hope you’re excited! Our family has been here since before our oldest was born. When we moved in and in the years since we’ve called this house our home, we made some changes to make it more our own. There were still some changes I wanted to make to make it more like a dream house but that didn’t happen because of time or money. I’m guessing you’ll make some changes too to put your personal touch on it.

Now that we’re leaving, I realize it already was our dream house. It was spacious enough for our family of 5, our kitchen was redone to my liking, the backyard has lots of space for the kids to play and it’s gorgeous (thanks to my husband’s landscaping skills) and has a great fire pit (also thanks to my husband). It didn’t have everything I wanted, like a mudroom or a finished basement. What I’m realizing now is that none of those things matter. It’s our dream house because it’s our home. Home is a pretty amazing place to be. We’ll be moving in to an apartment short term and while it’s certainly smaller than what we’re used to, it will still be a dream simply because it will become our home. Anywhere my kids and husband are, is my dream house because they are my dream come true. Just like your family is to you. So, I hope you are thrilled with your new dream house!

We’ve made so many memories in this house. It’s the only home my kids know. It’s where they had their first taste of food and where they learned how to walk. They read hundreds (thousands?) of books here. My son lost his first tooth in this house. I have thousands (millions?) of memories swirling around in my head from this place. So many good ones and some heart breaking ones too. But through it all, this house offered all the comforts of home.

I hope this house becomes home for you and your family too. It’s a great house in a great neighborhood with some amazing neighbors. I wish you nothing but the best. It’s bittersweet for us to be leaving because we truly loved it here. If you’re like me, I’m guessing you’re having some reservations about leaving your current home. I get it. But I really think you’ll be happy here.

Welcome home!

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Alissa Kay

Alissa was born and raised in the Midwest and currently calls Wisconsin home. She's happily married to her college sweetheart and she's living out her dreams of being a stay-at-home mom. Although, let's be real, she's hardly ever home. She's the mom to 3 kids who all came to her via adoption. A boy (8) and 2 girls (6 and almost 4!). The kids keep her plenty busy, but when she has free time she enjoys a night out with friends or curling up with a good book.

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