Despite the fact that we owe more than it is worth and it has caused us countless headaches, I do love it.
I love the new bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen. I love the screened porch in the back with the big comfy chair. I love that it is small enough to hear most everything that goes on from one end to the other but everyone has their own space. I love the yard where the kids spend all their time in the summer. I love the fresh air, the creek where we catch frogs and dig for worms to go fishing, and the picnic table we placed up on the hill for spontaneous lunches in the sun. I love going outside in the pitch black and looking at the millions of stars. I love hearing the symphony of crickets serenading us on hot summer nights.
When my husband and I first went to look at houses I was disappointed that the homes we saw looked nothing like the nice brand new homes we saw in the city when we had looked the year before. I dreaded the work we were going to have to put into the place and I imagined I would not be as happy there as in a move in ready home.
I was right.
I am happier.
It isn't anywhere near a perfect home. The rooms are kind of leaning in parts, the fixtures don't always line up right, and the floors creak and groan a bit when you walk through the rooms.
But I love the blood, sweat, and tears we have put into making it into a home.
And I love that someday my husband and I will sit in the wicker swing, hanging from our favorite oak tree out back, watching the sun set past the hills, and thinking back on all of our days together and all the joy and love we have shared here.
I could not see us anywhere else.
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