Nothing special...

i'm pretty much just that... nothing special.

right now my husband and i are attempting to sell our house. fun. a little. it's a frustrating process and exciting all at the same time. we want people to love it and care for it as we have. i wish we could just pick it up and move it north a few miles. like 60 or so. but since we can't we are going to need to sell it and buy a new one. my advice to anyone who cares, don't let your first house be brand new. it spoils you for what's to come. nothing we look at comes close to our house. maybe it's because we've been through so much in this house. we bought it before we were married. it spent months covered in decorations, invites, and gifts for the wedding. then it was covered in gifts we recieved from the wedding from all our amazing, and not so amazing, family and friends. this house holds lots of secrets too. it knows all about our fights and jokes. it's seen us cry, laugh, and heard everything we didn't say to each other. it's full of our love and resentment for one another. weird when you really think about it. and just think... to some stranger, it's just a place to live. if only those who come to look at it knew how much we've lived while we've been here.