While perusing my daily-reader-feed, thank-you-very-much-Google, I stumbled across a post from this lovely lady. And, lemme-tell-ya, I loved it SO much. And we could relate SO dang much.
So, of course, we
have want to share our story too!
I don’t really know when the qualification time ends for newlywed-ness, but we’re going to probably say, three years or a baby (because from what we hear a baby changes the game completely).
We’ve been married for just twenty days shy of one year, and we have no baby, which definitely puts us in that newlywed qualification-bracket-thing-guy.
For most of these 11 months, we lived in a [teensy] tiny 730-square-foot apartment with 2 couches and a drum set, but it was within walking distance of Mill Avenue Tempe, a really awesome urban part of Arizona. We could hike, bar hop, check out a Farmer's market, and visit a gorgeous lake all within walking distance. It was incredible. We trained for our half-marathon every night in a wonderful area that we loved. Not to mention the food. MMM. But yes, there were absolutely times we wanted to punch each other- juuuust a little.
One small bathroom, with no counter space, and a toilet that said “CLUNK” and slammed into the ground every time you sat on it? Sort of a pain.
A shower that would periodically cease producing water? A tad inconvenient.
Having to disassemble the table to put up our Christmas tree? A small challenge.
The toilet that didn’t flush for two weeks (Hello? Maintenance? Hello?) Quite the pain.
But when mushrooms started growing out of the wall? I think we’d had enough.
I’m not sure how powerful your perception is, humble reader, but if it’s super-powerful, you might have noticed that we live with my parents currently.
Because eventually we got tired of bumping elbows for the daily meal. We started to long for a place to put our deodorant and showers with no fear of mid-rinse-water-loss. I got pretty sick of that toilet calling me fat, and starting dreaming of one that flushes all the time. And sheesh, I just want somewhere to put my dang Christmas tree, okay?
Plus, there were the mushrooms…
So, when they evacuated us for the mold growth, we asked to be let out of our lease (they politely obliged). We didn’t quite have the money for a down payment/escrow quite yet, so we moved in with my parents. (Take a deep breath, it’s actually going well).
We just started the official home buying process this week, and while we won’t exactly be purchasing our dream home just yet (our price range is looking a little more… townhome-y), we’re looking forward to the adventures we’ll have in this “starter home” phase-of-life, God willing. But seriously please pray for our experience if you do/can/will- the market is competitive right now in AZ. We’re going to need lots of /good thoughts/ a freaking miracle, by the looks of it.
But sometimes… Just every now and again, we kind of envy those 730-square-foot apartment days, because that tiny two-bedroom-one-bath-hunk-of-junk will always be [even just a little] special to us.
It’s where we held our engagement party (even if I was living there alone at the time, it was still ours)
It was our first home together.
It’s where we opened our wedding presents and it’s what we came home to after our honeymoon.
It’s where we [kinda] fell [a little bit] apart, and where God brought us back together, better than ever. Re: Marriage is hard, right? * Collectively, all the married folks laugh and nod their heads *
It’s where we shared our first Christmas as a family.
And we know we have so many memories together ahead on the road (and an awesome blog to share them)
Sometimes we miss it, toilet and all.
[Just a little].