We will be completing a year in the new place or in the “new house” as MLM still calls it. He’s very clear it isn’t ‘home’ but the new house but I know it’s become home for us all.
I took the longest to settle in of the three of us. Red and the brat hit the ground running once we moved in but since the time that we decided to buy the place, get it ready to our specifications and finally move in, I guess I’ve spent the most time with the place.
I know in which room the tile is still a wee bit loose and makes a sound when you step on it, which room of the house gives you the best view of the world outside and how utterly fantastic it feels to walk in through the front door.
It’s not always about how much you labor towards something and then start to enjoy the result; it’s also about the things you feel when you start getting closer to the idea of you how wanted your own house or home to be.
MANY years ago I was having dinner at the house of a couple who lived on a high-rise overlooking either the East or Hudson river; I forget which. Their apartment wasn’t all that great, it was a typical Manhattan apartment, compact, but it had an amazing view of the skyline and the river. The terrace was huge! You could’ve rebuilt half the apartment there! Ever since that night when I was about 12 or so I’ve known how I wanted my home to look.
Fast forward to circa 2014 and we’re living a yuppie life with lots of trappings, fun, interesting new people who we’re getting to know better each time and the childish dream of a loft apartment keeps receding because the reality of this life is so, so, so much better.
And we get to see these guys when it rains…