Home Sweet Home

Wednesday, January 14, 2015



Ever since Greg and I officially lived together, we have moved a total of 4 times in the past six years. We've had roommates, lived in a one bedroom apartment twice, and transferred area codes. We've lived in 3 different cities just while being in Northern Virginia. All this time we've been renting and have been praying of our "dream home". We've attempted at least 3 times to make the leap to buy a house but big things got in the way-- a wedding, a baby, a new job. It's been a long haul, and I want a house of our own so bad it hurts.
I left the 'Burg behind so quickly when I left for school that I almost regret it.  I never came home that first summer after my freshman year like most of my friends. I was so ready to move on, grow up, get an apartment and make Richmond my new home. But I miss my childhood home, I miss my old neighborhood, my favorite places around town... And even though I didn't go back, Richmond did become my new home for the four years I was in college. I started another chapter of my life there--found new favorites, met amazing people (my husband, for one...) and made the best memories. And since we moved up to Northern Virginia after graduating, I'm still trying to make this place my home. It's just taking a lot longer than I thought.
I have the best memories as a kid in my house and I want that for Lucca and for our little family so badly. I want to make memories in a home, a real home--I'm just not sure where that is. I want him to remember the types of trees we have in our backyard and which are best for climbing or remember the way our house smells and which parts of the floor creak where you walk. I want to build a treehouse--an actual tree house in a tree just like my Dad built for us. I've never had a special feeling about anywhere we've lived thus far and don't really feel like where we're living now is "our house". I hate that.
Right now, it's temporary. It's where Lucca will live as a baby while we work hard toward our goal of buying a home, a real home. Yes, I know "home is where the heart is" and all that BS and although I'm happy as long as we're together, I want something for us. By us. Blood, sweat and tears kinda deal. I want to accomplish this goal that we've been working toward for what seems like FOR-EV-ER. I want something that my child(ren) will miss when they're older.
I can't believe I'm about to say this (let's blame the wine) but I want a house that we can fill with kids. Not like, Duggar style (come on now, we all know how much I LOVE being pregnant) but truly-- I want to make a home for our growing family. I don't know where that home will be, I don't know when any of it will come to fruition, I just know I want it. Bad. 
And now, I will watch Fixer Upper on HGTV and wish Joanna and Chip would magically appear on my doorstep to help us find our dream home. Ugh, a girl can dream...  

   

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