You guys. It’s already November. The leaves are falling, the temperatures are dropping, and the holidays are coming. With Halloween behind us already, I can’t help but start thinking about plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners in our new home. To me, the holidays are a time of reflection and tradition. I am immediately drawn to reflect on the journey that recently consumed my life.
At my parent’s house, we had a barn behind us filled with roosters that cockle-doodle-dooed at 5:00 p.m., horses that loved to be fed carrots, and cows that mooed at all hours of the day. As kids, we loved to spend time in the woods finding animals, riding our bikes, and exploring the great outdoors. Our playtime consisted of playing tag, chasing lightening bugs, and rolling larger-than-life snowballs to create snowmen. My childhood was something that I will cherish forever.
However, after one visit to Chicago when I was a little girl, I knew that one day I was going to live in a city. I had an itch that I had to scratch … and that scratch happened in a city where I never pictured myself. Blocks away from the White House, steps away from monuments, and encompassed in a concrete jungle, my husband and I were loving the city life and all that it had to offer.
We started our married life in our rowhouse in which we created so many memorable moments with family members and friends, as well as welcomed home our son. However, after he entered the picture, we had another scratch that we had to itch … a scratch that couldn’t be reached in the city. A couple of months ago, we made the baby crawl out of the city and into the suburbs. Saying goodbye to our rowhouse, my family of three along with our dogs embarked on a journey northward that made us feel like we were coming home.
In the spirit of November’s thankfulness, I can’t help but be thankful for the time that we had in the city. City living taught us so much and helped us grow so close as we supported each other every step of the way. However, the real thankfulness comes when I wake up every morning in our new home … our dream home.
Providing a childhood for our son that both my husband and I had as kids is something that I hope he will cherish one day as well. Surrounded by farmland and woods, this home reminds me of my childhood and I’m so thankful that I can give my son a taste of the experience that I had as a child, all while starting our own traditions and creating our own memories.
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What’s your favorite holiday cookie?