It's done and final.

Those were the words of the title office this afternoon as the buyers signed the closing docs, and our home is finally sold. It's done. It's final.

I know I should be happy that it's over, but right now, I'm just really sad.

Sad about the memories that we should be creating there.

Sad about not having enough pictures of it.

Sad about how it all happened.

Sad.

"It's just a house, Megan."

Except it's not. It was our first house that we owned. A place that we spent hours upon hours making our own. The nursery that we brought our squishy newborn, Jaxon, home to. The striped dining room walls that I loved. The bathroom where I found out I was pregnant with Cohen. The kitchen that I actually looked forward to cooking in. The fireplace... lots of evenings spent talking and cuddling in front of. The open layout that was perfect for entertaining. The spare bedrooms that hosted family and friends. The living room where Jaxon first crawled... the basement where he learned to walk. The living room where we loved to host small group. The jet tub, a perfect place to de-stress. The flower bed and yard that Tyler babied and took great care of. The carpet stains from sippy cup leaks and mud from shoes of people who visited us. A place of refuge, of retreat.

See? It's not just a house. It was our home... we'll miss it. I can only hope and pray that the people that now own it can create even more memories in it, and love it as much as we did.

*sniff.