Letting go of our home has been a slow goodbye. Not the dramatic, door-slamming kind, but the quiet, thoughtful kind—one that lingers in the air while you sweep the floor one last time.
We’ve known for a while that this house wasn’t forever. Our landlords have become dear friends, and their family deserves the chance to create new memories here, just like we did. That’s what makes this move so bittersweet.
Every corner tells a story—the laughter that filled the kitchen, the late-night talks in the shop, the sound of rain on the old tin roof. I’ll miss it all. But when I think about what’s next, I can’t help but feel excitement more than sadness.
We’re not losing a home; we’re gaining a new chapter. And the best way to honor what we’ve had is to leave it better than we found it—clean, cared for, and full of gratitude.
Goodbye isn’t always an ending. Sometimes it’s just a gentle pause before the next hello.
Bri Clark 