What it was.
How we celebrated.
What we did.
We got snow.
What we did later.
How we survived the floods.
And that's the short of it.
It's hard to believe that yesterday was one year to the date of closing.
Now here we are on the first of October, reminiscing and dreaming and hoping. There are thing we thought would be that aren't... yet. And yet there's so much that is that we would never have imagined... never dreamed in our dreamiest dreams would have been.
Our walls might still be bare (though painted and molded EXACTLY how we want them to be!)
Our furniture still a collection of hand-me-downs.
Our yard still recovering from its grading and draining and flooding and scorching.
But boy. This is home.
And I love it now more than I loved it a year ago when it was fresh and new and I had visions of grandeur dancing in my head. Because, truthfully, I'm learning that what's most important is the grandeur in our heads... how we think about what we have, who we are, what we do, and what our prospects are for the future.
As much as I can try to play tug of war with my mind "I want what they have - I love what we have, I want what I wanted to have - I love what we have"... my appreciation for the blank slate and the time and the adventure that lies ahead (instead of being wrapped up in a pretty, home-decorating bow) grows everyday.
How we celebrated.
What we did.
We got snow.
What we did later.
How we survived the floods.
And that's the short of it.
It's hard to believe that yesterday was one year to the date of closing.
Now here we are on the first of October, reminiscing and dreaming and hoping. There are thing we thought would be that aren't... yet. And yet there's so much that is that we would never have imagined... never dreamed in our dreamiest dreams would have been.
Our walls might still be bare (though painted and molded EXACTLY how we want them to be!)
Our furniture still a collection of hand-me-downs.
Our yard still recovering from its grading and draining and flooding and scorching.
But boy. This is home.
And I love it now more than I loved it a year ago when it was fresh and new and I had visions of grandeur dancing in my head. Because, truthfully, I'm learning that what's most important is the grandeur in our heads... how we think about what we have, who we are, what we do, and what our prospects are for the future.
As much as I can try to play tug of war with my mind "I want what they have - I love what we have, I want what I wanted to have - I love what we have"... my appreciation for the blank slate and the time and the adventure that lies ahead (instead of being wrapped up in a pretty, home-decorating bow) grows everyday.
1 comment:
Don't you just love owning a home despite all the work and stress that comes with it? We've been in ours for 3 years and have LOVED making changes so it looks like "us." And don't worry, we have tons of hand-me-down furniture, too! It's what us frugal people do. :)
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