A Home - Part 1

If you had asked me a couple years ago where I thought I'd be by twenty-two, my answer would have been far from the eventual outcome.  I never would have thought I'd be planning my wedding.  I didn't think I'd have this sort of job (and truly, though I don't mind it, I don't think this job is very me at all).  I didn't think I'd be living in this odd little town.  I didn't think I would own a car, let alone a home.

We had all these plans to move into a new apartment.  A tiny little basement thing, but good enough for us.  And then, well.  Gosh.  An opportunity came up and we decided to jump.  We're jumping in headfirst.  We seem to find ourselves in the midst of purchasing a condo, instead.  It's a scary process, this whole thing.  I pray that we're ready for this.  I pray that when it's time to move on to something bigger, we'll be able to.  But mostly, I'm thankful.  Truly, I'm ecstatic.  It's not where I thought I'd be, but as time passes I discover that it's exactly where I want to be.  Where I should be.  It feels like the right fit.  Though I yearn for certain aspects of my past, I'm moving forward.  I'd give anything to be near my old friends, my best friends, but moving across the country and starting a new life seems to be pushing us towards more independence, and all I crave is more.


I don't think I'm mature.  Not at all, really.  But I do know when I need to make a bold decision, and I know when to truly take my parents' advice.  I think, I pray, that we are making a wonderful life choice.  I cannot wait to make memories with him in our first true home together.  I can't wait to cook meals with him in our very own kitchen.  To stay up late, just watching tv in our very own living room.  These things, so normal and average, are all I want right now.  We even teeter on the notion of whether or not that second bedroom could ever become a nursery (crazy, right?).  But is it?  At the rate we're going, it sometimes doesn't seem like such a wild idea.  Maybe we'll be ready sooner than we thought.  Or maybe a furry, four-legged friend will dull that craving until we're in something bigger.


We still have a couple more weeks until we can bunker down and make this place our own.  While we're taking this time to prepare for our big leap, we also know that it's our final stretch before rising to a whole new level of reality.  From adult-ish to adult.  Then again, we're both children at heart.  


Adult-ish it is.