This was our house. It is our house.
Terminology is hard here. When referring to it in conversation, no matter what I do it's awkward.
"Why don't you come over to my house?"
That's wrong because it's not just my house. I mean, I'm the sole person on title now, so technically it's my house. But I don't really believe that. It's home to me, Isaac and Paige. It's our house.
"Why don't you come over to our house?"
That's wrong because the our there means Hillary and I. For just under thirteen and a half years my home was her home which was our home. Using this phrase feels wrong and somewhat dishonest. To me at least.
I don't know. I have to settle on some language that will work.
These little things come up everywhere as I built a large part of my sense of self around the team made up of Hillary and I.