dear little house on loomis avenue,
i am not quite ready to say goodbye to you yet, but the promise of a lower interest rate lured us to sell you a few years before we had planned. we loved our two years inside your 100+ year old brick walls. i fell in love with your beautiful old wood floors the moment we walked in your door. rob had a harder time looking past the cat hair and all the rocking chairs, but i knew you had potential. your kitchen was perfect for us... functional, but not so nice that we couldn't have a little fun with the budget makeover. your walls have heard a lot of laughter and a few tears in the past few years. your walls have collected some memories during our stay... lots of swearing while playing settlers of catan, a few shrimp boils, my first garden, rob slicing his hand open, a new puppy peeing on your floor, and most recently lucca and i waited out a tornado warning in the empty basement. we have crammed quite a few friends in your little living room. your location was perfect for bike-in movies at new belgium, running on the bike trail and tubing the poudre. there have been a few things that we haven't enjoyed though... the leaky kitchen roof, the lack of privacy in the the bathroom and the ONE closet. i would like to remember you as full of life and rather than empty and echoing like we left you today. we are glad to have been a small part of your history.
love, hannah & rob
