Before I moved, I was able to have chickens in my backyard. They were awesome. We got them as little babies, and they grew up so fast.
We got them a coop and put it under our huge oak tree
As they grew, they looked like tiny dinosaurs
But they grew into beautiful girls who roamed the yard, played with my kids, and loved treats. We couldn't wait for fresh eggs
Before we moved, we had a HUGE gardenia bush. Every year it bloomed twice. We would pick them flowers and put them all around the house, and the entire house was filled with this amazing fragrance. The gardenia comes with a hell of a story. It was planted 20 years ago by the first owners of the home, who ended up being my daughter's 5th grade teacher. I toyed with the idea of digging it up and bringing it with us, but when I say this thing was huge, I mean it was probably 7 feet tall, and about the same diameter. And I didn't know if it would even survive over on the beach with the salt air, and sandier soil.
Before I moved, I had a garden. Each spring we would plant all different sorts of veggies. We would have tomatoes, cucumbers, string beans, yellow squash, zucchini, and more herbs than we knew what to do with. I shared with my neighbors. I shared with anyone that would take some. We ate our weight in fresh tomatoes right off the vine.
Before we moved, we watched shuttle and rocket launches from our front yard. It never got old seeing and hearing and feeling them go up.
Before we moved, we had a firepit, and my kids had a swingset. We had a huge backyard, and even with all these things in it, there was lots of room to spare. I had big plans for the backyard, all ideas I will have to take with me when I finally get to buy my own house.
Before we moved, we cared for a baby screech owl who lost his entire family when the tree that his nest was in fell over. We named him Little Beep, and got to spend two days caring for him before a wildlife sanctuary came to pick him up.
Before we moved, I delivered my third child by myself in my bedroom. He was eager to be born and didn't wait for anyone. That has to be my favorite memory of my old house..and something I will never forget.
I guess I'm feeling nostalgic. There were many firsts in that house; first birthdays, first Christmases, first steps, and even first breaths. Our time spent there was a hugely valuable and growing time for me. Now we have this new opportunity, and it is wonderful. I live in paradise, there is always something to do, and my anxiety is lower (again, more about that later). I love where I live now 99% of the time, but it doesn't feel like it's MY home (probably because it isn't). I am very much looking forward to buying my first house and really being able to make it my own. Until then, I will continue to enjoy the beach, drink my coffee by the pool, and watch the dolphins play in the canal....














