11/27/2025
Wishing You and Yours a Happy Thanksgiving
The Demitri Team
In the summer of 1984, when interest rates were sky-high and the world felt like it was spinning faster every day, as a young couple we stood proudly on the porch of our very first home. It was nothing extravagant, 3 bedrooms, 1.5 baths, $125,000, and an eyebrow-raising 17% FHA loan, but to us, it was everything.
We had a three-year-old tugging on our sleeves, and another little one on the way. Money was tight, furniture was a patchwork of hand-me-downs, and the carpets were older than we were. But the moment we stepped inside, we felt something stronger than worry we felt possibility.
That November, we hosted our first Thanksgiving. The turkey was slightly overcooked, the gravy too thin, and the dining table wobbled if anyone breathed too hard near it. But it didn’t matter. we sat together in our new home, listening to our toddler’s laughter echo against freshly painted walls, feeling our new baby kick with gentle insistence, and we knew:
This was the beginning of our family’s story.
As the years rolled on, that little house somehow stretched to hold everything life could fit inside it. Four children were raised there, learning to walk across those creaky floors and racing down the hallway that seemed to grow narrower with each pair of new shoes.
we welcomed six exchange students, each staying a full year, each leaving behind memories, friendships, and accents that lingered long after their flights home.
There were decades of Thanksgivings, birthdays, graduations, and quiet Sunday mornings. There were hard years, broken appliances, scraped knees, tired nights, but the house held it all without complaint, storing every moment inside its bones like chapters in a living diary.
Families came and went. Ownership changed hands. Paint colors changed, curtains changed, floorplans changed. But the house? The house remembers. It always does.
Today, the bank still holds the mortgage at a far quieter 7.1% but the home itself holds something more valuable than numbers on a statement:
the accumulated stories of every soul who ever lived within its walls.
And every Thanksgiving, no matter who gathers around that dining room table, the house whispers the same reminder:
Look how far you’ve come.
Look how much life has happened here.
Look at the journey worth celebrating.
With gratitude
John Demitri & The Demitri Team
www.TheDemitriTeam.com
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