“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.”
― L. Frank Baum,
When I first moved to this town from Utah, I found a rental house online and sent off the deposit before I knew much besides the fact that it was in some part of town called the “Redlands” and was a stones’ throw from the National Monument.
Honestly, any neighborhood that is surrounded by green/BLM/NPS/USFS property is a good sign.
So we got that house…sort of.
When it came time to move in, the dude who had been living there hadn’t moved out. We ended up being homeless for a time- living in a hotel and then in my dad’s house in Monticello, UT- well, 4 of us living in one room…sleeping on the floor….with no money and only the clothes we had packed in the car because the rest was in the moving van that promptly went back to Salt Lake when they couldn’t unload in Grand Junction….
We lived there for 2 years (once the dude DID move out), then purchased a house just down the street…because we loved the area so much!
18 months later we decided to conscientiously uncouple ourselves. Well sell our houses and decide to remain friends/partners-in-parenting. I find the cheapest, smallest place I can within the school boundaries. It’s still expensive. But so so so worth it!
Decide renting is really not a sound investment and start talking to a mortgage guy to see what it would take for me to be able to buy a house. Matt decides he wants in on it and would be willing to help out financially and BOOM! We’re house shopping for realzzzzz.
Fast forward…..(last time, I promise)
We find this cute and interesting fixer-upper condo that’s super cheap for the square footage. Seriously like $50/ft less than the average in the neighborhood. Sure it needs a lot of remodel work, but we can move right in, the kids have more space and guess what!??!?!?
It’s almost exactly across the street from my old house. And just down the street from the first house I lived in when I moved to this town 4.5 years ago. Hilarious, no?
So here I am all stressed out and over-worked and stressed out and I’m like, “Hey babe, (only I don’t really call him ‘babe’ that’s just a joke), I need to get out. Would you mind checking my tire pressure?”
And I bundle up real good because it be all freakishly freezing up in here and he kisses me goodbye like, “Yeah, girl, you go get some….” and I do just that!
Our new house is literally a hearty stones-throw from access to tires-on-dirt kind of action and in a few blissful moments I’m there. I have Aerosmith going all ‘Crazy’ in my ear bu ds and the sun is shining and I wonder why I ever thought I had a care in the world!
There’s something more about moving in with a guy that I love but I have seen only 1% of his stuff and I had never really had a place to myself not even since I was…well…ever since I got married when I was 20…and I don’t get time alone…and I feel like I am literally working constantly…and all I really want to do is be a mom and ride my bike…and he has so much stuff I had no idea because it’s all been in storage…and why is he putting PAPERBACK books on my gorgeous black bookshelves and….4 boxes of “The Simpsons” collectibles?
Life can’t get back to ‘normal’ soon enough.
At least the new house has a fireplace.
At least he puts away his own stuff….
At least I can drink!….