Today we close on our first home.
For the last 6+ months, Chad, myself, our 55 pound dog Trevor, and our 3 ill tempered cats (Sophie, Sadie, and Zoey) have lived in a 1 bedroom, 1 bath, 1 living space, too tiny apartment. It was the apartment I moved into when Chad and I started dating and I needed to spread my wings and leave my Mama. I loved that apartment. I hate the carpet in that apartment, but I loved that apartment and it has certainly served it’s purpose and then some. But, like with everything else in life, it’s time for change.
We always joke that living so close together for the last half a year has been hard, but it really hasn’t. The worst fight we’ve had was when Chad first moved in and it was, you guessed it, over something stupid. Nobody really yells, I sometimes slam a door because I’m approximately 12, and most of the time my biggest annoyance is stepping in pee because someone is too lazy to turn the light on to aim properly at 3am. The fact is, the best part of my day is coming home to Chad or him coming home to me. That’s not to say we don’t get on each other’s nerves because we certainly do, but I kinda like the guy. He’s my best friend.
I’m writing today because I can’t help but think about how much life changes in 365 days. Today, we’ve been married for six months (actually, on the 18th), and we close on our first home. This time one year ago, Chad rushed to the hospital as my grandmother passed away. He and I didn’t live together, we weren’t engaged, we certainly weren’t married, and we weren’t even thinking about buying a house. I didn’t cry that day. Or the next day. I didn’t cry until the morning of the funeral, actually. I had a really hard time being sad because she was suffering so much in those last months. I missed her, don’t get me wrong, but her labored breathing and tired, exhausted eyes were hard to look at and I knew she was very ready.
I know she would be extremely happy and excited for me today. I know when we finally moved in she would worry about me being by myself and ask me when Chad would be home, though I’ve always been extremely independent and capable. I was her littlest girl, the little wavy, brown haired baby that she would watch intently as I ran down the path in the yard and made it to our back door. Even to this very day one year ago, I was that little girl to her. That fact used to bug me, but I’m okay with it now.
Today is okay. Today is happy. Today, I sign “Alena Hughes” to eleventy billion papers and become a home owner. Today, I miss Rusha Dae and wish I could show her our house, even if only in pictures.
Today is an anniversary and a new beginning.
Today is okay.