Sunday, August 12, 2012
A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
We made an offer on this house about four months ago. It being a short sale, I knew we'd be in for a long ride, but I never anticipated it would take this long. I've gone from pinning gardening projects nightly, to just now hoping we are able to move in before the rainy season hits. I got a call from the realtor the other day, and it looks like we should close by the end of September.
We moved into the apartment we live in now about a week before I gave birth to Ruby. Almost immediately we outgrew the apartment. Mark and I decided we weren't going to move anywhere else until we were able to buy a home. I really didn't want to pay someone else's mortgage, and wanted to stick it out until we could save some money. Ever since I had Sawyer, I've been more claustrophobic than ever. The only thing that is keeping me sane right now is the picture of this house as my background on my laptop.
There is a part of me that is wondering if I will miss this place. Both times I have given birth, this is where I brought them home. We have made many great memories in this apartment. I have really tried to make this feel like a 'home' for us. In my heart, though, I ache for something more. I want a backyard for my kids to play, I want a wood stove to keep us warm. I want to be able to walk only a few steps to my car, and not half a football field and up 20 stairs with two kids and groceries. I thank God every night for giving my family a roof over my head, and know that I am more lucky than some to be able to live where I do now, but we are so excited and anxious to move into this new place, a place we can say is ours. Our home.