So last week, we officially handed over our keys to our home on Bell Street. As a family, we went through a wave of emotions; stress, sadness, relief, and exhaustion. As we were packing, and each room was becoming more and more bare, I just kept saying "thank you" to our home. With tears in my . . .
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Our house is sold!
I write these words with a heavy heart, we sold our house last night. Officially, new owners will take the keys April 26th. Not going to lie, I ugly cried after signing that document. Just a couple signatures and our home, gone. This house, we could have lived in forever. Now, don’t get me . . .
Travels to Edinburgh, Scotland
If you’ve missed a couple of our posts, for our honeymoon we hopped on a plane over to Europe to eat and drink our way through some amazing cities. We flew into Dublin (post here), hopped on a plane over to Dingle (post here), took a bus to Cork where we caught our next flight to Edinburgh! . . .
Dashing Dingle, Ireland
After leaving the lovely city of Dublin, we hopped on a plane over to Dingle, Ireland. This was a short flight that took less time than bus or train, and was actually the cheapest option. If you missed the blog post on our travels in Dublin, click here to catch up! If you are traveling within . . .
Yellow House On Bell Street
Welcome to our home, we’re so glad you’ve stopped by! If you are anything like me, our home is always changing and evolving. My husband says I drive him crazy (on the regular) because I am always changing things up when I find the right inspiration. I feel like every home changes and molds to . . .
Dreamy Dublin
If you missed our wedding blog post, we decided that we wanted a few more stamps on our passport instead of saying our vows in front of hundreds of people. We had the travel bug and when my Dad offered to fund our travels instead of a big wedding, we decided to hop on a plane over to Europe! First . . .
A Snapshot of our time here on Bell Street
Our story on Bell Street started a little over four years ago when we were searching for a house to call our own. There was a certain area of Kansas City that we wanted to be in, close to the art district, unique shops and mom and pop restaurants. The house we’re in now, I remember seeing it for the . . .