Leaving Our First Home

Today’s the day- we are officially moving out of our first home and into our new (hopefully forever) home.

Don’t ask me to explain how it’s possible, but I’m equal parts over the moon excited about our move and super nostalgic for leaving our little apartment. MJD and I were married about a year and a half (and lived together for a few years before that) before we bought and moved into our South Boston apartment. Despite that, this was the first place that felt like “our home”. It may have had something to do with owning it ourselves or actually spending time decorating it to make it our own. Beyond owning it or filling it with coordinated furniture, it felt like home.

Almost exactly two years after we moved in, we brought our baby boy, Nicholas home. I know this is why I am feeling so nostalgic about leaving our first home. This is the house where we brought our son home, where he had his first bath, his first food, said his first words. It’s been such a great home and also a great neighborhood to live in as a young family. From walks on Castle Island when he was an infant to visiting the park just about every day this summer and fall, South Boston holds so many memories for us about Nicholas’ first eighteen months. I’ll miss that so much and am a little sad to think he won’t remember this home which was so important to us.

Our Southie apartment has been good to us. Filled with fun times with friends- like Galentine’s Day brunches and our personal fave, pasta making party to special family moments, like Nicholas’ first Christmas morning. Beyond those big moments though, it is all the little moments that I hope I can remember and hold on to. What it was like watching trucks drive by the window with a truck obsessed toddler. Or cuddling on the couch during snow days with MJD for a tv show binge.

As I was feeling nostalgic this weekend, I reminisced with some of my favorite pictures from our first home. Thought I’d share them here too 🙂 Southie, a part of you will always be home, we’ll miss you…. but Wellesley, here we come and we can’t wait!

xoxo, Jenna