Some of you know Bub and I found a home we really liked several months ago, surprisingly soon thereafter our nuptuals ceremony. We determined that it was too soon to pounce, too soon to invest, too soon, too soon. We would stay put in our little condo.
Here we are, a couple of months later, many more open houses later, and we think back to the little brown number on Coronation Road and how we liked to call it Coronary Road (and how we thought that’s not really very funny, is it?).
And some of you know that said house sold.
And we hang our heads sadly over in Cleveland Circle, not because we don’t love our bright space near the city, or that we have enjoyed hanging new artwork on the welcoming walls. Sure, we had a small leak in the roof and we’re happy to report that come springtime, we’ll take care of that little spot. We have some paint peeling in the bathroom and the kitchen needs a new fridge among other things.
You see, we’ll probably keep this little space and rent it out when we don’t move to Coronation Road to expand into a bigger home where we can spread out all of the wedding mementos that lie crammed into tiny crevices of our one bedroom. To spread out all the piles of stuff we have peeking out from under the bed. Where we can utilize a basement instead of filling a wooden box of sorts which has been locked inside a large basement that our entire building shares.
We love our home where we planned the wedding, painted together (or Bub mostly painted), where we have the choice of three different train lines going into the city and our own covered parking spot.
But we also want a family…some day. And I have dreams of a bright nursery, a yard, a tree or two, with birds chirping (not trains honking and squeaking). I do enjoy the city, though. I do. It’s energy, it’s dirty vigor. I enjoy our cozy spot there.
And now I don’t know what else to say.