Full Circle

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Recently, I’ve found myself spending a lot of time in the first house my husband and I lived in after we got married. It’s a small farmhouse, the original one on this farm. It is now a tenant house, and with our renter away, I’ve been caring for her dog and the house. It’s a strange feeling to be moving through the same spaces daily nearly 20 years later.

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Back then, this house was the starting point for our young family. It was small, and I remember how cramped it felt and I how much I wanted to move to a bigger place. The walls seemed to close in on us as we navigated the early days of marriage and parenthood. Now, with my youngest child graduating high school, it feels like life has come full circle. We have a bigger house now, one that we’ve filled with memories and mementos over the years.

Walking through the old house, I notice how different it looks with someone else’s belongings. My stuff isn’t here; these aren’t my furnishings, but I can still hear the echoes of our early years. The laughter, the late-night talks, the dreams we had for our future – they all seem to linger in the air.

It’s a poignant reminder of how far we’ve come. This house, which once felt too small, was the foundation of our family. It holds a special place in my heart, even though it no longer holds our possessions. As I care for the dog and tidy up the place, I can’t help but reflect on the journey that brought us here. From the humble beginnings in this little house to the full life we’ve built, it’s a testament to growth, change, and the beauty of life’s full circle.

In the living room space is so cramped, there’s really only one place to put a couch, and our renter has their couch in the very spot ours sat. I can almost see our younger selves – a newlywed couple full of hope and excitement, sitting on our own couch in this very spot, making plans for the future. The kitchen still holds memories of calming a colicky baby with the whirl of the KitchenAid mixer, and of meals that were sometimes more burnt than edible. The tiny bedroom that held our bed and a crib that once felt cramped now seems cozy.

I find myself reminiscing about the milestones we celebrated within these walls. Our first anniversary, the birth of our kids, first steps and words – all these precious moments that seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye. This house witnessed our struggles and our triumphs, our tears and our laughter. It was here that we learned the true meaning of family and home.

I now feel a deep sense of gratitude for this tiny house. This house, though no longer our residence, is a part of our story. It reminds me that every small step is part of a larger journey. Our family has grown and evolved, just as we have, and this house will always be a symbol of where it all began.

As I spend a few quiet moments here daily, I feel a mix of nostalgia and contentment. We’ve come a long way since our days in this little house, but the memories we’ve made here will always be with us. Life has a funny way of bringing us back to where we started, reminding us of our roots and showing us how far we’ve come.

And for that, I am profoundly grateful.

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  1. Lovely post- past homes serve as time capsules in our hearts where we save our memories.