It’s been two years today since we moved into this home. It’s our “forever” home. As in, I won’t be moving ever again, unless you take my cold, dead body out of here. This is the third home we’ve owned since we got married. We built it ourselves. We designed every facet of the house. It was a labor of love. We picked out flooring, paint colors, cabinetry, countertops. We picked out appliances, General Electric of course (my dad worked for GE for 33 years, as an appliance salesman). We looked at sinks, toilets, hardware. It was fun, yet stressful. We had a deadline to meet. Meg was to start kindergarten in September of 2006, and we needed to be in the house at least a week before school started. We didn’t want to register her in our old city, have her start there, then move. That wouldn’t have been fair. We got into the house with just a few days to spare.
It’s taken time to make this “our” home. We don’t have window treatments in all the windows, still. The kids have done a good job of leaving dirty fingerprints on the walls, and dirt on the floors, so we know they feel at home. We’re still trying to make good use of the space that we have, as our last home was small and we were overcrowded. I’m used to the quiet now. When we first moved in, it was so eerily quiet here that it was almost too much to handle. We can see the stars so much easier now, since we’re away from the lights from the city. We are quite accustomed to the fauna that traipse through our yard.
I still can’t believe how quickly the two years have gone by. Meg is going to be a 2nd grader next week. The twins weren’t even born when we moved in. They are the same age now that Drew was back then. We’ve had Christmases, birthdays, Thanksgivings, cookouts and bonfires. We’ve had lost teeth, snakes, tears and smiles. It’s been a good two years here.