I just couldn't wait to move out of the house for all of my reasons; I just knew that getting back into the downtown lifestyle would make everything so much more fun for us. We would be so happy with the world just right outside our front door and every convenience at our finger tips! While these things are proving to be the case, I still can't help but feel nostalgic for all the little mundane things that had slowly crept into my heart as we had lived our short stint as a young couple in suburbia.
I was so excited to go out and get our very first place of our own together! But what I didn't quite realize at the time, is that the other house already was.
Colin bought the house on Talon Parkway just a few months before we started dating. It was brand new and it was his very own first house. While I didn't move in until about a year and a half later, I was there almost from the beginning. I went with him when he picked out his tables from the furniture store. I was the one who helped him pick out the lovely color to paint the walls to transform it from a stark white bachelor pad to a warm and cozy home. We stayed up late into the dark hours painting the whole main floor. I slowly made my presence in that house more and more frequently to where I practically lived there, even though I had my own cute little place right downtown. Slowly more of my clothes took over the huge closet and before I knew it, I had my own spot in the garage. We hung art on the walls and built our own custom projects right downstairs in the basement. First a simple little garden box that smelled so wonderfully of pine every time it got wet with water. That first garden we planted was magnificent. We couldn't keep up with the tomatoes everyday, and Bella ate all the strawberries before we ever got to pick a ripe one. We failed at the carrots, and our mint weed thrived. We were so proud of it and the neighbors often commented on how nice it was. I made him promise me that we would take that with us if-ever, whenever we moved. Turns out garden boxes don't work on a balcony of a condo. So we left it there. Someone else will soon get to plant their garden in our box.
I just couldn't wait to leave! The 30+ mile drive to work everyday was killing me, and I missed so much being able to walk anywhere. We lived in a cute little neighborhood built in the middle of no-where, so we had to absolutely drive anywhere we wanted or needed to go. The city girl in me so desperately missed walking. Walking everywhere! Dinner, coffee shops, yoga, out for a quick drink... I convinced my sweet husband that this was exactly what we needed to do, and it happened. We now have our amazing little pad right in the best area of town. We love it! Our first home together as a married couple! But I realize now how much of a life we had already started to build in that first home. The memories are already so thick between those walls. It was in that house the first time we ever said "I love you". It was in that house that Colin hosted my surprise 30th birthday party. It was in that house that we brought Cuddles home to be a part of our new family. It was in that house that I watched my boyfriend-turn-fiancé-turn-husband take such meticulous care of the lawn and any little home improvement project that made me realize that I had the man of my dreams and he would take care of me that way. I watched him work tireless hours to make it our home. He strung twinkle lights over the back patio because he knew it would make me happy. He did such a beautiful job. I think these are all the reasons I cried (keep crying) so much.
He reassures me that we did the right thing, and I believe him. But I think the thing that is truly different this time, is that now I really realize that my decisions are no longer just my own. I've always gotten some sort of attachment to any of the dozens of cute little places I resided and left, but now the feelings are 10 times stronger when it involves my love. I wish I could have known that sooner. I don't know if it would have necessarily changed our decision to move, but I might have been a little more prepared for the gush of emotion, and maybe thought about things a little bit differently. I love and appreciate my husband more than words can say. I really got a good one.
Despite the tears, we are happy here. We love our new little place and it is already starting to feel like home. We are definitely taking advantage of walking just outside to enjoy so many wonderful things. We love the beautiful ambiance of Old Town fully lit up at night like a scene right out of a movie. I love that we are closer to the hills and running trails that I once put so many miles in on. We love that we are much closer to friends and family, not to mention we are excited about the potential future investment opportunities. We already have a list of little home-improvement things to make it more customized to our tastes. The memories are already in the making here. This is yet another moment of opportunity to embrace life and all its curves along the path. Although the last couple of weeks may have been a time of uncertainty, the one thing I know for sure is that I am so blessed to have the one and only person I could ever want, doing all of this with me now. He is my certainty. Life is sure better with him. And as already proven, as long as I am with him, I can be happy anywhere.
We started to pull away, and I got out to snap one last picture of our first home. It was a beautiful November day, and I'll always remember our beautiful first little house.
To the House on Talon Parkway, thank you for being such a good first house for us. Here's to moving forward to a lifetime full of adventure and unknowns! |