We have lived in the same house since 1990. It was the first and only house that we’ve owned—the one Mary and I dreamed of having when we were first married. Mark grew up here. The land our house sits on was deeded to us by Mary’s parents.

At one time, all of Mary’s extended family lived within two miles of each other. Her father has been gone for more than 15 years. All the family members, but us, have left Durham, for greener pastures.

For the past couple of years, we’ve talked about being a little “closer to town.” Living where we’ve lived for the past two decades means we’re always 15 minutes away from most things, at the very least.

From what we know about the couple buying our house, they’re excited to live here and have plans for making the place their own. We’re excited for them, as well as excited to be living somewhere new for the first time in 26 years. New adventures await.

Waiting for the movers to arrive!

The fall of 2016 has been crazy busy for us, getting the house ready to sell.

Moving day beckons on Wednesday. It’s quite likely that I won’t be delivering my usual and customary two posts this week. I’ll have more than enough to shake my stick at, with the move, unpacking, and getting settled a bit at our new home.

Expect me back here next Tuesday.