We just got back from four days in Florida, which was heaven after months of snow and cold and ice here in New England. The first picture was the view from our hotel (the second picture is our patio before we left).
Our plane was delayed, of course, so we didn't arrive until after 3am on Saturday. The poor guy checking us in must have felt really bad for us because he gave us a room upgrade, which we were way too tired to appreciate. But the next morning, when I opened to the curtains to that view. I felt like the luckiest gal on the planet! We had a terrific time in the sun. Plus we went to a live butterfly museum and spent hours watching the butterflies float by and the hummingbirds dart around. The trip was brief and more money than I wanted to spend, but worth it for every second we spent relaxing together in the sun.
Still haven't made a decision on the house, though.
But, I have a ring on my finger, so that means we're going to make another go of it! Don't expect any big wedding plans. We eloped the first time around and plan on going even more low-key the second (and final!) time.
I want a home. I want a place to call my own. I want to raise my family alongside my man in this home of ours. I want to live in this town. I love it’s history, it’s charm, it’s proximity to the ocean. I love all the old houses, the friendly shopkeepers, the local farms.
We found this house. Built in 1850, it’s been completely redone and turned into a two family. We could have the second and third floor. We’d have our own yard. I want this home.
Before we started looking, I bought the cheapest, warmest, shortest vacation I could find. Steve and I are going to Florida on Friday for a long weekend.
When we get back, maybe we’ll make an offer. It’s just that it costs so damn much. 20% down? HA! We can barely scrape together 10%. And then all the closing costs, insurance and taxes, OH MY! But when I crunch the numbers, it looks like we could do it. As long as the economy doesn’t tank and neither one of us loses our job. I want this house. I want to put a big fluffy perennial bed in front. I want to push a stroller up to this door. I want to call THIS one, home.
Valentine's Day is almost here and I'm in the mood for love! Steve and I are talking about getting remarried. We found my ring (still in my underwear drawer--no thief will ever look there!) from the first time around and brought it to a jeweler to get altered a bit. It will be our ring, just a little different. Just like us. We're checking out lots of houses. We're talking about joint bank accounts and babies. We're having conversations about our future together. This is a gift and a miracle. I know this is a journey and a process. I know we will have our times of doubt and despair. I know that I am connecting my life to his, but after almost 7 years, I can confidently say that I truly know what that connection means.