This is the backyard of the house we sold last summer.

That house was never going to be what we wanted in the end. We knew that going in to it from the very beginning. That house was always a stepping stone to something else but now as spring is coming and it’s the last place we officially called home … there are a few freedoms I’m missing.

Gardening.

Planting flowers in beds and pots, opening the backdoor and watching the kids play on the swing set or trampoline.

I’m not sad or regretting where we are – but I feel like we’re so ready for what’s next and learning to have patience before we get there is tough.

I’m not gonna lie.

Patience. Kind-of. Sucks.