Goodnight 6127 Rolfe. We bought you as newlyweds, giddy at the thought of trading in our postage stamp DC patio for a real yard, but sure we would be out in 3 years. Instead, we stayed 9.
We celebrated so much here. We brought our babies home to you. We learned how to creep ninja-like around your creaky 80-year-old floorboards to avoid waking them. We watched them take their first steps, say their first words, and many other milestones in your four walls. We made all of our important decisions in your backyard. Our neighbors became our friends, as we stood in the street every afternoon watching our Rolfe Ave posse play. We loved all the things that gave you character, even if we complained about them.
As much as we thought we had outgrown you, leaving tonight was one of the hardest things we’ve ever done. You were our first love. And you never get over your first love…