So Spencer and I bought a new house today. Well, new to us. It's actually 106 years old. It's in a neighborhood of Indianapolis called Meridian Park that has lots of historic homes.
As charming as it is, standing in the updated kitchen is where I knew this house would be ours and where I started getting choked up about having found "the one." I'd heard that when looking at houses, we'd just know when we found the right one. I didn't really believe it, but it happened.
We'll be moving next weekend. Which is a little bittersweet. Spencer and I have been in our current house for 10 years and it's the only place I've ever lived besides my parents house and dorm rooms. But it's time to move on. It was too small when we moved in. And though Finnegan is tiny, his equipment -- think swing, highchair, play gym, Jumparoo -- take up a lot of space. But we're hoping to hold onto it and rent it out. If you know someone who might be interested, let us know!