Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of our house closing. With the way life has changed since then, it's hard to believe it's only been a year.
Owning a home was something I had dreamed about my whole life. When we started looking for houses, I threw myself into it, like I do most things, and I became obsessed with finding the perfect home. I spent hours upon hours scouring the internet, hoping to find that hidden gem that was newly listed. I didn't want to miss out on our dream home.
The hunt for our house was beginning to draw out when we turned into our little Countrytown neighborhood, full of charming little houses on large, private lots with shady trees. Pulling into the driveway, I felt a tickle of excitement in my stomach. I remember looking at Billy and whispering excitedly, "I think this is the one!", before we even exited the car. When you are home, you know.
Upon entering the house, we knew it was different than the others we had spent our time examining during our house hunt. It didn't have the open, modern floorplan and updated details which were listed near the top of my extensive wishlist. However, that feeling I got pulling into the driveway didn't leave me, and I found myself visualizing the updates we could change to make it ours.
After much deliberation, negotiations, and time, we finally got the house and were so excited to make it the house of our dreams. Being handed the keys, I had the visions of hosting family events, parties, and raising our children and watching our family grow in size and love.
We immediately began making some of the changes we had in mind,
including lots and lots and LOTS of painting, which was made easier by
the help and support of some key family and friends.
We knocked down walls and installed new countertops, we tore out carpet and installed new hardwoods throughout the entire first floor.
In just a few short weeks, not only were WE exhausted, but so was our budget. Although our list of to-dos was growing by the moment, our bank account was not. Plus, we had a fast approaching deadline of hosting Christmas for Billy's family, and were anxious to move in.
So, we stopped with what we had gotten done so far, and excitedly moved in and continued making our new house our home. We were thrilled with the progress we had made so far. The house was beginning to feel like it was OURS.
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Naively, I was certain the renovations, painting, and improvements would continue. Little did we know, God had other plans in store for us, and just two weeks after moving in, we learned we would be welcoming a new addition to our family. The house took an immediate backseat to preparing for baby.
A year later, we love the improvements we've made to our home, and I love how much I've gotten to use our home to entertain and spend time with family and friends, although it's never enough and I wish I could do more.
Owning a home is most definitely a never ending money pit. My to-do list is longer than ever, and every time I step into a room, I envision how I WANT it to look. Getting our house that way will most certainly take many more years AND paychecks.
Although I have to admit I've entertained the idea of moving from time to time, (I know, it's only been a year - but that's just how I am), in the end, I know how fortunate we are to have a warm house with a roof over our head in which to raise our daughter.
I'm looking forward to the future and the memories we will make in our home.