Well, as the old saying goes, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a split level in the suburbs and a thirty year mortgage.
We officially settled on our house last Friday, and moved in on Saturday. And by Sunday evening, the Christmas tree was up, the entire family room was decorated, and in a spontaneous act of renovation enthusiasm we pulled out an ugly orange shag rug in a spare bedroom at about 8:00 Sunday night.
We absolutely love the house, but it needs some updating. The wall paper sampler below should give you an idea of the style.
We bought the house from an old man who had lived here since the house was built fifty five years ago. When we were talking about putting in an offer, Matt and I did a little crackerjack detective work and and learned that the owner's son and daughter in law live next door, and his son was the realtor. They were very easy to work with, and once we knew the house was ours, Matt and I drove by several times a week because we were so excited.
And also because it was during election season and Matt liked to check out what lawn signs the neighbors had displayed so he could try and gauge the political climate of the neighborhood.
One night as I drove by, the owner was walking out of the house with who I assume was his daughter. He was walking with a cane and she was filling the trunk of the car with boxes. And I'll admit that I teared up a little bit because there he was, leaving the house where he lived for fifty five years, brought his children home, raised his family, lost his wife, and grew old.
Fifty five Christmases. Hundreds of birthdays. Thousands of stories and decisions and memories. And millions of the day to day things that make up a lifetime.
And Matt and I are moving in with years of life and a family and lots of Christmases still ahead of us.
At closing, when he slid us the keys, his son/our neighbor said to us, "Lots of life, love, and laughter in that house."
And then on Tuesday morning, the doorbell rang. We had an appointment for someone to come and give us an estimate on cutting down a tree, so when I opened the door to see a man standing there with a giant wrapped gift I thought "THE LANDSCAPERS IN THIS TOWN ARE SO FRIENDLY. YOU HAVE MY BUSINESS SIR."
I stood there waiting for the main to give me the estimate on the tree, but he was just standing there like he was waiting for me to do something. Finally he said, "Um, miss, I need you to sign for these flowers" and I realized he was holding out a clipboard, and that he was not in fact a tree trimmer, but a florist delivery man.
There were two beautiful poinsettias inside the package, and this card from the previous owner.
It's only been seven days so far, but there's been lots of happiness.
And lots of trips to Lowe's.
But let's focus on the happiness.
And the Christmas decorations.