Today my house in Pittsburgh is closing. I'm selling the house to another young woman who is starting her life where I just pulled my roots out. I knew the day would come but I'm still sad.
Buying my house at the ripe age of 23 was a major milestone for me. After I got my first job, I continued waitressing and lived off my tips so I could sock my savings away towards a down payment. After dating Jeff for a year, I fell in love with Robinson and was lucky enough to find a charming townhome in a safe community. I was so proud that I was able to secure financing all by myself. My coworkers would giggle that I had a picture of the house (no people) on my bulletin board in my office.
Like most things, my house is more than a house to me. Countryside Manor is where I went from being me to being a family. After living alone for two years, Jeff moved in with me just in time for Snowmagedon and the Movie Room was born. Another year after that, we welcomed a little chocolate lab puppy into our lives who cemented our family status. We have a lot of wonderful memories at that house. Teaching George to go up the stairs by himself and slow dancing to Jeff's and my song in the living room are some of my favorites.
Now that we are living in (my first!) apartment in Burlingame, CA, I think back to the house and how lucky we were. When I get homesick, I try to think how the best parts of the house came with me to CA.
I hope the new owner loves the house just as much as I did.