I sat on the plane next to a young gal, mid-twenties she would tell me later, who reminded me a lot of myself at her age. Realizing “her age” wasn’t so far gone, but knowing it was still long enough away to form distant memories and wistful longings in my mind.
“You’re married? With two kids? When did you get married?” she asks with wide brown eyes and a smile that reaches her ears.
“When I was 26. But I knew him for years and years. He was my best friend.” I reply trying to condense our 13 year pre-story in to a sentence.
“How did you know he was the ONE?” she asks.
I hated that answer when I was her age.
But the truth is, my husband is the single person in the world I don’t get sick of the more time I’m around him. We fight, sure, we drive each other completely batty sometimes, we annoy the everlivingshit out of the other one, but I can’t stand not having him around.
The house is so much… less… without him.
Everything is so much .... less… without him.
Together we’ve worked through graduate school, birthing and raising two babies, and passing one (soon to be two) engineering exams. We’ve purchased houses, sold houses, and moved 5 times as a family.
And that’s just since marriage.
Let’s discount the 20 years we’ve known each other and the 14 years it took to make that commitment in the first place.
So when we decided, together, to buy a new house and take advantage of a sticky situation with some benefits of “the current market,” we knew it could take a while.
I mean, comon, the guy can’t buy a trashcan without a spreadsheet.
Imagine my shock, then, when we go for a drive at our lunch hour to “scope out the neighborhood” we’d ideally love to live, and find our dream.
I’ve never felt this way about a house before.
He clearly never has either.
Or a person for that matter.
We walk around noting the emptiness. We walk all over the grounds, picturing the children playing and each other fixing up the yard. We talk about where we would put the furniture as we peer through the spider-web windows.
It’s so…... “Up” ..... in a way.
The house is ours from first sight. We’re not sure about financing yet, if the foundation is sound, if we can even do this. But for some reason, this particular house, this one time in our lives, there isn’t s spreadsheet, a lengthy discussion, a hesitation.
This one time I got to see my husband fall in love on first sight.
And I was right there with him falling in love, too.
I hope we found our home.
Something tells me this is “it.”
I just know.
Oh, good luck!!! I really hope it works out for you guys. Buying a house is a MUCH more intense process than I ever could have imagined. I really hope you guys get the house you love!!!!! It looks wonderful in the photo!!!
By Beyond Alice on 2009 10 08
I am SO!!! Excited for YOU! AND your family!!!!!!!! Very very happy for you guys. <—that smiley doesn’t appropriately represent me just ‘beaming’ (ahem)
By J. Me. on 2009 10 08
Oh, wow! Good Luck & Best Wishes, darlin!
Looks *spacious*, and I love the story at the start of the entry, too. :D
By Al_Pal on 2009 10 08
Yay! That is wonderful, I hope it all works out.
By Rachael on 2009 10 08
Hello! I found your blog through BlogFrog and wanted to come over and say hello. That is one of the most dreamy, country homes I have ever seen. I fell in love with just the picture! I grew up in a very rural part of Maryland, right on the Chesapeake Bay. I loved living in the country and by water. I now live in the suburbs of Boulder. I love it but there really is nothing like living in the country. Thanks for sharing your lovely story - I am looking forward to following your blog.
Holly (co-founder TheBlogFrog)
By Holly Hamann on 2009 10 09
Oh it’s a beautiful house. I hope it all works out for you guys.
I know people hate that answer, oh you’ll know. But it is true. Somehow you just know.
By Issa on 2009 10 09
That is a lovely yard. Looking forward to lots of packing and moving posts
By Chantal on 2009 10 09
YAY! Oh, I so hope it works out. I felt that exact way about this house that we just bought. We walked in & I got a lump in my throat and almost started to cry. I don’t know if Dave had quite the same thunderclap, love-at-first-sight feeling that I had, but he took one look at my face and said, “Yep, this is our house.”
Can’t wait to hear what happens next. xoxo
By cindy w on 2009 10 09
I have idea why, but I dreamed of Mr. Flinger trying to find your old lawn mower. Karma?
By Oma Flinger on 2009 10 10
Love this, feel same about Bryan, and felt same about our little Tudor in Denver.
By Aimee Greeblemonkey on 2009 10 11
I love it. I hope you get it. I love it cuz YOU love it.
p.s. I have always had a thing for yellow houses…I’m sure this bodes well in some karma sort of way.
By Jamie on 2009 10 11
I love yellow, and I love all those trees. Good luck!
By Michelle O'Neil on 2009 10 11