Three-and-a-half years after we moved back to Denver, and three very hectic weeks after putting it up for sale, we just handed over the keys and closed on our favorite little house.
It’s a small brick bungalow on a quiet little street, but we feel exceedingly lucky to have lived there even briefly. We made some big memories — a global pandemic kicked off just as we were getting settled, for one — and we tried our very best to leave it even better than we found it.
Selling a house is a big moment for anyone, I think, but it also signals the end of “Phase 1” of a larger adventure we’re undertaking as a family.
We’re giving ourselves the weekend to rest, then Phase 2 kicks off Monday when we start working on paperwork and logistics to pack a few bags, our pup, and try our luck at spending the next few years abroad. (More on this later in the summer ☺️)
Today, though, we’re just taking a beat to catch our breath and to toast the best little house either of us has called home.