We have had a love-hate relationship for five years.
No, I’m not talking about my marriage to Mike, but our home ownership. We closed on our house 5 years ago today. Looking back I wish we would have made several different decisions in purchasing our first home (like buying a home we could grow into, signing a 15-year mortgage, finding a home with insulation, etc.), but overall I’m pleased to be where we are.
I enjoy that Mike picked this home out. While I was busy planning our wedding, he was busy finding us a home to live in.
I enjoy the memories shared of our early days in this house. I fondly remember painting our bedrooms upstairs until midnight then driving back to my house across town. *Funny story* After painting the first night I got lost on the way out of our neighborhood and drove past a cop several times. He pulled me over and asked what I was doing. I told him I was going home but I didn’t know where I was. He didn’t quite understand how I could be lost in my own neighborhood. Neither did I…
I loved our first summer here. We slept in the living room while we remodeled our upstairs. We ripped up tree stumps with the truck and a chain, while I wore cut off jeans and a wife beater (classy). We played games out on the patio because it was way too hot inside our house–I remember it exceeding 90° inside. Do you remember the summer of 2006? We had several 100+° days. I used to lay on the concrete outside to cool off.
I enjoy watching this house accommodate more and more people (and the stuff that comes with these little people) as we add to our family.
I enjoy that Ambrose was born in this house!
I enjoy that God has us in this neighborhood. I pray that He uses us in big ways to reach to the broken and the lonely in this neighborhood.
This house is home to us.