Today is a big day for me, it was 5 years ago that I closed on my very first home. 5 years and I haven't burned it down yet - I have flooded it, started it on fire (major oops), painted, repainted, demo'd - It's been puked on and chewed up by the dogs -  I have mowed and cleaned tirelessly...BUT its all mine.  It's been my nightmare and my sanctuary.  I can't tell you if what I love the most is the massive red and pink roses that border the driveway, the gorgeous views of the Bridgers from the backyard, the fact that some years I get enough snow that I can snow skate in the front yard (no broken bones yet!),  or the way it feels after a long day pulling in the driveway - I love this place.  To sell or not to sell is the question on a lot of people's minds, me included.  But the truth of the matter is, this house is my home.

Thanks to the big man upstairs for having my back and NOT letting me ruin everything in "this house that built me".  I am sure he's gotten to laugh a lot along the way!