Homage to North 16th Street

As of last Friday, our house is, well ... not ours anymore. It's been an emotional journey, from making the decision to sell, to working like dogs for a month straight to get it ready, to negotiations, and finally to letting go and moving on. (Note the before and after shots!! We gave that place some love over the years!)

I have no regrets about the choice we made to move forward with our lives and let go of our house. We could never have fully relaxed and immersed ourselves in the Calgary experience if we still had bills and worries looming back in Nashville. And with a 100-year-old house, there would always be worries!

But still it was bittersweet to say goodbye to our first home, our sweet old Victorian lady in funky little East Nashville. We had lots of good times there - the house just has great vibes and I think anybody who visited picked up on that. It's weird and also very gratifying to know that another young couple, much like Ben and I, will be able to make North 16th Street their home. I doubt we'll ever meet them, but I wish them as much happiness as we had there!

That house survived a massive fire that hit the neighborhood in the early 1900s, the horrible tornado that took down much of East Nashville and who knows what else. Even the trees in the back yard were left undamaged, old and strong.

So here's to the good times (fab parties, first Christmases, new career paths, reading on the back deck and all that good stuff) and to the rich future the house has ahead of it. Cheers!