If you can believe it (I can’t), we’ve officially owned our house for a year.
It feels like more time has passed since we packed up our one bedroom apartment in the heart of Capitol Hill and took residence in a 4 bedroom 1959 flipped house in South Seattle. Our lives have definitely changed. We don’t go out to eat as much because we like being home and because we spend our money on stuff for the house. Before I bought a house I thought I’d easily have the house fixed up by now. That was newbie thinking because, wow, they aren’t kidding when they warn you how money becomes scarce when you own a home. One major problem (hi, leaky basement!) can set you back financially and it can be months before you’ve got your financial footing. I daydream a lot about the improvements we can make and the ways to decorate each room but all of that takes money and I realize more and more that those things take time and they don’t matter as much.
What matters is the feeling you create inside your house, not if the rooms are styled in an Apartment Therapy-worthy way. A home is not just the stuff in it but the people who reside inside of it and the memories they create there. And in just one short year, this home is already packed with memories. I can picture our dearest friends having traveled from all over to gather in our home in anticipation of our wedding, chatting and laughing. I see our first Christmas tree lighting up the corner. I spy the mismatched spot of paint near where the curtain rod sits above the living room window and remember how we inadvertently discovered that the buckets of paint left in the garage are not a perfect match. Around the coffee table friends have sat for raucous rounds of board games, drinks, and catching up. The front porch where co-workers lovingly dropped off a huge bag of fruits & veggies for my juicing obsession on the day after I found out I had cervical cancer. My wall of cards of encouragement and love during that very hard time. The corner of our downstairs living room, before the water damage and the couch and the wedding, where Mr. Darcy and I sprawled out together in disbelief, trying to make sense of the cancer news while staring at the ceiling and crying. The cats favorite hiding places. The bird feeder from my mom hung outside the dining room window where I can watch pretty birds flit about in the morning as I sip my tea. The exact spot where I last kissed Darcy good-bye before next seeing him on our wedding day.
And this is just a smattering of the first year.
I moved to Seattle almost 7 years ago to make a new life for myself. One of my goals was to be a home owner. I sometimes shake my head in wonder that I did it- I found my person and we bought a house and we got married. Every time my faith wavers I remember that dreams do come true, they just come true in their own time.