Okay, I am going to warn you that this may sound braggadocious. It may even sound downright snobby. However, let me say this: TOO BAD. I am allowed a gush once every 55 years.
Last year on this very day I moved from a house that I lived in for twenty two years. I wrote about how sad I was to leave; how all the memories I had made there were making it nearly impossible for me to be happy making the move. I wept as we left the driveway for the last time; I couldn't imagine being happy anywhere else. CUE: BUZZER SOUND. WRONG!!!!!!
I have never been this happy in my life. This last year has by far exceeded any expectation I had for where I wanted to live. And the absolute best part about it is that I appreciate it. There is not a day that goes by that I don't wake up and marvel at the fact that this is my home. No, it isn't a mansion like you see in the Real Housewives series; they would consider this a little shack in the woods. But this house in the woods is MY haven that I never dreamed I would live in.
Oh yes, that other house I was sad about leaving. When I was going through the emotion of not wanting to move I overlooked the parts of it that I hated. The parts that are magnified now that I live here. The closets the size of a matchbox and the rooms the size of closets. The never ending struggle for storage, the constant aggravation of never having enough room to do much of anything.
The sweating upstairs all summer due to a crappy A/C system. The freezing cold downstairs in the winter. The kids never feeling like they had a place to hang with their friends. Lots and lots of reasons I now realize that deep down inside I hated that house. Not what we built within the house because it was our home for a very long time; our girls grew up there. Now we drive by there and we can't imagine how we did it.
We did it because we chose to live simply so our girls could go to college someday. And they did. And we paid for it. Every. Penny. And we are proud and they are grateful. But once that was finished, and we realized our lives could really change without that hanging over our heads any longer, we found this house, this home. We could have searched the world over a million times and never had the feeling of certainty we had when we walked in this place the first time. It took ten seconds to know this was going to be our new home.
I had wondered how I would ever sleep in a new place. I figured it out quickly: like a baby. It's a ranch and it's always cool in the summer, warm in the winter. A nice, even temperature. We not only have closets, we have LOTS of them. There is even a semi empty one that I can carelessly toss things in when I just feel like it.
I have a room that is devoted to ME. I am a crafty gal and I can do all my "stuff" in there. I also have total control of the remote in that room; my husband can change channels all he wants in another room. And we have a living room. A real, formal snooty, tooty living room where we can sit around and drink tea with our pinkies raised. And have Years Eve Parties with music!! Live music!!
And in that living room there is a picture window the size of a well; really big picture window where all you see is woods, flowers and a beautiful landscape. It's joyous to look out that window in the morning and think "I LIVE HERE". And in the kitchen I can cook enough to serve lots of people and have the room to do it. And then there's the wet bar. Have bar, will drink. Have bar, have parties. Entertain. Enjoy the hell out of life.
The outside of the house is even more joyful that the inside. Flowers and beautiful foliage and landscaping all around. Woods on three sides. A front porch. A side porch. A big yard with room for as many guests as we could ever know. Watching the winter bareness in the woods grow into lush greenery has been such an experience. Living within this lush greenery is so peaceful and serene. And the deers that regularly show up in our yard are a plus.
So, here I am one year after having the good fortune to live in a home that I had always dreamed of. And because it was so long awaited, it is that much more appreciated and loved and enjoyed and adored. Did I mention I love this place?
So for anyone out there who is thinking of moving and is afraid to part with a long time home: make sure it's a good choice, a good move. Make sure that you feel it in your soul when you walk in it that you just know you belong there. And you shall be happy too.
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