Monday, June 11, 2012

The House

We've owned our new house (it's an old house, but it's new to us) for a little less than a month now. Words cannot begin to express how happy I am to be out of the two bedroom postage stamp I've been calling home for the past few years. The simple fact that we have a real kitchen to cook, eat and spend time together in makes it amazing to me. I have fond memories of time spent in kitchens, that’s where my large Italian family often gathered. Besides for the memories and warmth of the room, I've got the counter space to actually prep my meals so that I'm not cooking things one at a time only to reheat the whole meal. We had chicken stir fry over browned noodles the other night and everything was hot when I plated it!

I also love the fact that I have a backyard. I had one in the old apartment, but it was small and I had no direct access to it. Not a major deal, but it's still nice to have my OWN back yard that I don't have to worry about sharing with someone. I have a shed now, where I keep my new lawnmower. I let my son help me with the first of many cuts we will be using it for. He squealed with glee when he depressed the forward drive lever and the mower took off, something he wasn't expecting.

I spoke of the porch in my last post. I need to get that refinished. The railings have warped with age, and the posts should be reset. I've spoken to Mom about getting my father's rocking chair and fixing it up a bit, so it can sit on my porch and I can use it like he did. I'm worried that one day though, I'll come home, and it won't be there. I tend to do that, worry. Things play out in my head for the worse, which, while during those episodes is very, very bad (to the point of anxiety attacks in those severe cases), can often times make things better when they turn out ok. If you plan for the worse, any small positive is a victory.

I know that’s not the way to go about things, but I can't help it. I get a thought stuck in my head and I usually can't see the positive of the situation. That is one of the reasons the Future Mrs. is my Future Mrs. She has a way of putting things in perspective for me. The honesty of her words often times can snap me out of the self-inflicted "funk" and allow me to see something other than the narrow view my brain portrays. She was and is there to help me deal with the things I need dealing with, like the loss of my father.

I'm happy I have a new house, but the kitchen, porch, and backyard wouldn't have any meaning without her in it.


  1. And that's what makes a house a home. Living in an apartment must be so confining.

    I can relate to this entry so well as I see a lot of myself in it.

  2. What a beautiful post!! I'm happy you have that new house too, and your Future Mrs. sounds like a special person. It seems that you really need someone in your life right now who can help you keep things in perspective, help you to keep healthy thoughts as much as possible, and help you to deal with the unhealthy ones when they come. It sounds like you have a lot to be thankful for and to appreciate in your life right now.

  3. I feel the same way about my wife. I have mostly wonderful things going on in my life right now. But I'm afraid I wouldn't "get" it without her here pointing it out and keeping an eye on me to make sure I DO "get" it. Here's to your future MRS. And my current MRS. And hell, how about to us as well. :D

  4. This is a sweet post! But just as the value you place in your wife is great, such is the value you place in your Father's rocking chair. But you are not worried that something is going to steal away your wife, are you? Same goes for your Dad's chair. It means a lot to you so you are concerned, but it is not going to go away. Besides, you can make a spot for it in the living room and take it out on cool summer evenings and bring it back in. Simple solution for something that is of such great value to you.

    Ask for the chair, and rock on!!