So last weekend marked the end of the an era for us, for our household, for 59 Warren Street. Our roommates of almost 4 years moved out. It was and still is bittersweet. While both of us were ready to move on and have our own space again, it was way more than just parting ways and saying good-bye to roommates, it was saying good-bye to your brother and sister.

Three years and nine months ago, the four of us embarked on a journey that we were excited, nervous about and not quite sure where it would take us. We bought a house together. Many of our friends and family thought we were crazy and that it would never work. We moved in and had our share of growing pains and adjustments especially the first year. But the four of us made this house our home and in the process learned a lot about love and grace.

It has been a week now on our own again. The house feels a little too empty, a little too quiet and not quite right. While I know all four of us can say with certainty that it was definitely hard at times and these years have stretched us and challenged us, I know and am pretty sure the other three would agree that these years will be missed and looked back upon with fond memories!