A house, no matter how large or majestic, is really just a shell. It is what you put into it that makes a home. And it is what you take out of it that makes it hard to ever see it again as just a house.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. said, “Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” That is the place we hold on to – the place that becomes more than the sum of his parts. It is the place that ultimately has less to do with square footage, floor coverings, paint colors, and decor – and everything to do with laughter, togetherness, love, and memories. Houses so imbued -houses that become homes – are difficult to leave because they come to be so much more to us than the shell they started out being.
Tonight is Sarah, Dusty, Lennon, Lucy, and Marley’s last night in their adorable little home on 5th Street in Fargo (and for those unfamiliar with this crew – that adds up to two parents, one human child, and two furry children). This is the home they built over the years. There isn’t a place in that home that doesn’t bear the mark of their love and effort. Inside those walls are a thousand beautiful memories of time together and time with family and friends.
I remember when they first purchased the house on 5th – it was modest, needed updating, and didn’t appear to be much more than a house like a hundred other houses in the older neighborhoods of Fargo. Ah, but in all their years there that little house became so much more to them and to the rest of the family – it became a beloved home. We will all miss that place and remember it fondly. It will remain a part of our family’s history and we will never be able to see it again as merely a house.
Tomorrow they move on to create a new home in West Fargo and a new young couple will begin their journey in what will become their home on 5th Street. Such is the course of life – folks move on and they take the elements of home with them to a new house where they will start to build new memories and attachments to a new home. But tonight, we will remember all the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years of building a life on 5th Street and we will be grateful for the happiness we had there.
Day one thousand three hundred and seventy-three of the new forty – obla di obla da