There's No Place Like Home
I wasn't planning on writing about this today - I had something else in mind. However, I'm really struggling. I'm struggling because for over half of our marriage, Matt and I have lived with my parents. I never thought it would take so long for us to find jobs and move on. A month or two, sure. But this long? No.
Each time I walk through my parents' garage, my heart gets a little heavier. I see all of our belongings in bins, boxes, and trash bags collecting dust.
When will we get to sleep on our bed again? And our curtains - when will I get to wake up to the morning sun streaming through those curtains again? I loved the way they turned the sunlight a rosy pink-orange color as it illuminated our room.
When will we get to see this guy again?
And then there's our kitchen things. I miss those. I miss having nice nonstick cookware and stacking cooling racks. I even miss my towels.
I miss our little house. I was so excited to take it and make it ours. I loved decorating it and arranging it so that it fit us perfectly. How long had I looked forward to taking a blank canvas home and splashing touches of Matt and Lauren all over it? I even loved cleaning it because it was OURS. And I don't know when we'll have our own place again.
I know we could have nowhere to stay and we could have to pay lots of money to keep our things safely stored. I know that our problems could be so much worse. Really. But today I'm missing our first home, and we won't ever have a first home again. And our "first home" experience was marred by it being traumatically ripped away from us.
Here's hoping we find another home soon.
Each time I walk through my parents' garage, my heart gets a little heavier. I see all of our belongings in bins, boxes, and trash bags collecting dust.
When will we get to sleep on our bed again? And our curtains - when will I get to wake up to the morning sun streaming through those curtains again? I loved the way they turned the sunlight a rosy pink-orange color as it illuminated our room.
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| I love the comforter and the pillows. They remind me of springtime in the European countryside. Unfortunately, right now they sit inside a trash bag buried in the garage. And our bed - I love the frame. Plus, it doesn't squeak every time you breathe. The one we sleep in right now does. |
When will we get to see this guy again?
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| It's a beast to dust, but I miss it. |
And then there's our kitchen things. I miss those. I miss having nice nonstick cookware and stacking cooling racks. I even miss my towels.
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| I loved this kitchen, too. So beautifully new. |
I miss our little house. I was so excited to take it and make it ours. I loved decorating it and arranging it so that it fit us perfectly. How long had I looked forward to taking a blank canvas home and splashing touches of Matt and Lauren all over it? I even loved cleaning it because it was OURS. And I don't know when we'll have our own place again.
I know we could have nowhere to stay and we could have to pay lots of money to keep our things safely stored. I know that our problems could be so much worse. Really. But today I'm missing our first home, and we won't ever have a first home again. And our "first home" experience was marred by it being traumatically ripped away from us.
Here's hoping we find another home soon.
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