Things I love about my house:
It's mine.
I can plug in the vacuum into one outlet and vacuum the entire house.
It's mine.
It has a really cute manageable yard, but it's still big enough to enjoy.
It's mine.
Kids will continue in the same school system that I graduated from.
IT'S MINE.
When I unlock that door each night after work and walk into my house, it's a sigh of relief. A sigh of pride, a sigh for dreams left to aspire to. It's mine...OURS.
After the initial viewing of the house, my excitement for the house is still with me now that the house is mine.
Like the little girl that dreams of her wedding, I've dreamt of this house. It may not fit EVERY dream I had, but it does fit every dream I had emotionally. This house is a new beginning, the start of me, being me, being a mom, just BEING.
There's a calmness to the house, I felt it the first time I looked at the house. Though we have filled it with our madness, there's still a calmness. It feels like house is hugging me, patting me on the back, telling me THIS is what was right, THIS is your life, live it. This house snuggles me with love and stability.
Lately, I've gotten glimpses of the me that was me before I married Ex#2. It catches me off guard, but in a good way. I knew this person was still there, because I could get bits of her when I was with friends, but now, she shines even when friends aren't around to bring her out.
I think the foundations, literally and figuratively are forming and it's GREAT.
Friday, November 20, 2009
It's MINE...
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