Last Thursday Greg and I woke up early, drove down to a little office in Provo and signed our lives away.
At least that's what it felt like.
It was an hour of signing documents, then a stop at the bank to wire every last penny we've ever earned, and botta bing, botta boom, WE ARE HOME OWNERS! (Also, how totally weird is it to have thousands of dollars in your bank account one minute and zero dollars in your bank account the next minute? It is awful, that's what it is.)
I thought it was never going to happen. It seemed like that house was going to just keep getting built and built and built and that we'd never move in.
But we're in! As of Friday, we are in!
Would you like to see some pictures? Alright... you talked me into it!
(Two car garage?! We're in HEAVEN!)
My favorite part about the house is the kitchen. It didn't quite turn out how I had envisioned, but it's close enough. I thought the wall color would be darker. It's very hard to look at a 1" x 1" swap of color and know how that will look on every wall in your household. I wanted it to be a light gray. Greg had chosen out a color that probably would have been perfect, but last minute I went in and changed it in place of a lighter shade because I was worried the original color would go on too dark. I thought that paint always looks darker on walls? (Since someone has told me the opposite- it always goes on lighter. Which is it people?!?)
The other part of the kitchen that didn't go quite as I had planned was the tile back splash. I used a picture from the builders to choose from- it was supposed to be a light gray that matched the counter tops. Five days after June was born we were walking through the home with our realtor to talk about some landscaping issues. I stopped in my tracks in the kitchen when I saw the back splash that had just gone up that day. It wasn't gray at all- it was cream- and it didn't match the kitchen a bit. Five days postpartum and not quite in control of my emotions, I naturally burst into tears. The realtor, who works in the English department with me at my school, was nice as can be as was Greg, but you can tell they didn't quite know what to do with me. Lesson learned- always ask for a sample not a picture.
^^What the back spalsh looked like on the picture... GRAY, right?
^^ What the back splash looks like in real life. Greg says I need to let it go. I say he'll never understand the complexities of kitchen tile back splash.
MOVING ON... THE MASTER BATH.
^^ Again, so hard with samples to know how everything is going to go together. The counter tops and tile don't quite match like I want them to, but, you know... let it go...
^^ This space is mine alone- there is a whole other half of the closet for Greg. I'm in absolute closet heaven.
Friday we got everything moved out of our apartment and into the town home. Both my and Greg's mom showed up around noon on Friday to help us clean, pack, and box up everything. (I try to be useful, but with my incision there is still so much I can't do!) About 4:00 my brother showed up with his truck and trailer as well as my other brother and nephew to help pack boxes. Greg's brother and sister in law came to help too, and within an hour we had everything loaded. I was so overwhelmed as I looked at our "crew"- all of these people helping us do the worst chore ever- move. They weren't there because they had to be or because they were benefiting somehow- they were just there because they love us and wanted to help us. It has been so humbling for me to see how many people have helped us in and given to us in these days since June's birth. Coming from a girl who can't even push a vacuum by herself these days, I am so appreciate of all of you who have helped in some way or sent love or well wishes. Thank you!
Life is good.