Our Last Night Together

It will be our last night together, I can’t believe it. We’ve been through so much together, and now its all coming to an end. I’ll still see you though which will be nice. But it won’t be the same and you won’t be with me every day. Eventually we’ll get together less and less and our relationship will change.
– A Letter to My House

I’m moving tomorrow, my husband has been killing himself since our son was born to acquire and renovate a foreclosure. Tonight will be our last night together in our first home and it makes me sad. I have so many fond memories of our time there, all our firsts happened in that house and it bothers me to know we are leaving such an important place.
I fell in love with my husband in that house, found out I had been promoted at work, was proposed to in our living room. We went home the day after our wedding and opened gifts while drinking a bottle of champagne there. We installed not one but two kitchens in that home, renovated two bathrooms, painted walls, got slivers, hung pictures and repaired walls.
We conceived our child there and brought him home from the hospital. That house has been incredible to me and I will miss it very much.
Don’t get me wrong I’m very excited to be moving. Our new house is wonderful everything is brandnew, its larger so our nursery and office don’t have to occupy the same space. We will have room to spread out and romp like horny antelope… Don’t ask it’s a phrase I use sometimes.
There will be many a new memory in this new place but for the moment I will cherish and lament the loss of my current home