On Saturday, Justin's brother, Brandon, and his wife, Mandy, moved into their house in Spanish Fork. We helped them move their stuff out of their apartment in Provo.
Being in an empty house makes me think of every time my family moved to a new city. My parents would look at tons of houses and drag the kids along. We would have fun running around and claiming rooms in the house for our own--or we would be so tired and hot (house hunting always happened in the summer) that we would just lie on the floor, preferably in the basement, if there was one. It was always cooler down there.
Being in an empty house also fills me with the incredible urge to decorate! In my head, I was planning how I would fill up the master bedroom. I would put the bed between the two windows (which would have dark red curtains) and then I would put two small lounge chairs (goldish or cream colored) kind of facing each other by the third window on the other wall. The room is big enough for all that furniture, and I would totally love to have a little space in my bedroom for sitting and talking (or reading when I am alone). I can just picture myself opening the blinds and letting the sunlight stream in and just sitting in the warmth of the sunlight, enjoying a good book.
Justin told me not to get too excited, because it will be a long time before we can get a house. I'm okay with that. There is no way I would be able to fill up all the rooms with just me and Justin and our stuff (although Justin would argue that I could have a room dedicated to my shoes, which still fit in my closet, by the way). For now, we are very happy in our cozy little apartment. I just wish I could open my windows and not have all my neighbors staring down into our living room.
Seeing Brandon and Mandy move into their house made me think that someday that is going to be me and Justin. We'll have some kids and we'll need more space, so we'll get a little house. Right now, it's kind of hard to see that future. I just keep so busy with school that I feel like it will never end. Sometimes I feel like I will always be a student. I almost don't feel like a real person sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a perpetual EFY (except with a husband). I am excited to finish school and move on with my life.
Back to moving. One of the last things we moved was a vase of roses. I held the vase in my lap while Justin drove. I told him that I used to have a vase, but somehow I lost it. I would like to have a vase, because I love flowers. I had to put the flowers from Brianna's wedding in a cup and lean the flowers against the wall because the cup was too short to support them alone.
When I got home later that day, on the kitchen table was a big, beautiful vase--with a dozen roses in it. It was so sweet that I almost started crying. What a wonderful husband I have. He is always sweet, so I shouldn't be surprised when he does things like that, but he still manages to surprise me. What a sweetie.
Being in an empty house makes me think of every time my family moved to a new city. My parents would look at tons of houses and drag the kids along. We would have fun running around and claiming rooms in the house for our own--or we would be so tired and hot (house hunting always happened in the summer) that we would just lie on the floor, preferably in the basement, if there was one. It was always cooler down there.
Being in an empty house also fills me with the incredible urge to decorate! In my head, I was planning how I would fill up the master bedroom. I would put the bed between the two windows (which would have dark red curtains) and then I would put two small lounge chairs (goldish or cream colored) kind of facing each other by the third window on the other wall. The room is big enough for all that furniture, and I would totally love to have a little space in my bedroom for sitting and talking (or reading when I am alone). I can just picture myself opening the blinds and letting the sunlight stream in and just sitting in the warmth of the sunlight, enjoying a good book.
Justin told me not to get too excited, because it will be a long time before we can get a house. I'm okay with that. There is no way I would be able to fill up all the rooms with just me and Justin and our stuff (although Justin would argue that I could have a room dedicated to my shoes, which still fit in my closet, by the way). For now, we are very happy in our cozy little apartment. I just wish I could open my windows and not have all my neighbors staring down into our living room.
Seeing Brandon and Mandy move into their house made me think that someday that is going to be me and Justin. We'll have some kids and we'll need more space, so we'll get a little house. Right now, it's kind of hard to see that future. I just keep so busy with school that I feel like it will never end. Sometimes I feel like I will always be a student. I almost don't feel like a real person sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a perpetual EFY (except with a husband). I am excited to finish school and move on with my life.
Back to moving. One of the last things we moved was a vase of roses. I held the vase in my lap while Justin drove. I told him that I used to have a vase, but somehow I lost it. I would like to have a vase, because I love flowers. I had to put the flowers from Brianna's wedding in a cup and lean the flowers against the wall because the cup was too short to support them alone.
When I got home later that day, on the kitchen table was a big, beautiful vase--with a dozen roses in it. It was so sweet that I almost started crying. What a wonderful husband I have. He is always sweet, so I shouldn't be surprised when he does things like that, but he still manages to surprise me. What a sweetie.
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