My parents had moved into our home on Gibson Way when my mom had been pregnant with me. It was the only home I had ever known... Growing up on Gibson Way.
Imagine my surprise when, 26 years later, I married Nic Gibson and my childhood street name became my last name.
"My childhood street name became my last name."
Honestly, when Nic told me he thought we should buy the house across the street from my parents, I thought he had lost his mind. I love my family, of course, and to be honest we were closer than most families. We lived nearby, only several miles away, and both worked in our family business. But in my mind that was enough... Did we really need to live across the street, too?
But as we walked through the old house (which is the exact same floor plan as the home I grew up in) I felt flooded with nostalgia. My mind went back to every Christmas, all the birthdays, holidays, and special memories I had in my house. Being in this house felt just like being at home, albeit some of it still just as outdated as when I was born in the 80's. It still had a the sunken living room, the fluorescent kitchen lights, the low ceilings, the dimly lit living room and outdated fixtures everywhere you looked. But for some reason those are not the things I saw.
I could easily imagine raising our girls here. Two beautiful fire places, a large single story, multiple living spaces, lots of outdoor entertaining space and tons of potential everywhere I looked.
I thought for sure we were crazy and knew that all of our friends would think we had lost our minds. But somehow it just felt right. I had grown up on Gibson Way, married a Gibson, and now my kids would be Growing Up as Gibsons on Gibson Way!
Are we completely nuts? Maybe :)
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