Fifteen years ago a little dream started… a dream of living in four seasons again, being close to family and having a dog.
Fourteen years ago me & the Hubbs endured 28 realtor showings in 30 days, sold our house, (tried to) quit our jobs, packed up the boys and moved cross-country to come “home” to Michigan.
I loved that house, and we cried as we drove away, not for the place, but because we brought our baby home and created our family in that little brick house built just for us.
For the rest of the story, read When you know for sure.
When’s the last time you knew something for sure?