Dear House...

Dear House on Davis Street,

We may go down in history as your shortest ever occupants, but don't worry, we won't forget you.

You gave us a safe place to lay our heads and our hearts these past 3 months. Your walls have heard our deepest desires and biggest questions asked.

You gave our son his very first bedroom. And our daughter her very first bedroom with a bathroom attached. Both big deals.

It was at your house that our dog ran away for the first time. It wasn't her fault, your smoke detector scared her. She's forgiven you though.

We leave with you a bit of the Pacific in the garage. We wish we could take every grain of sand with us, but I know you don't mind if we leave it here with you.

Thanks for the late surprise of a Mimosa tree blooming these past couple of weeks. My favorite tree, right there in your front yard! I'm happy to leave the snails behind though.

You've treated us well, and we hope the next people to walk through your doors are as happy with you as we were.

But for now, House on Davis Street, The Watson's are on the move again. Tomorrow we head North to Sacramento for the week, and then on to Colorado, hopefully arriving on Saturday.

Thanks for keeping us one more night.