A big change occurred in my life on September 29, 2014. For the first time in 13 years, I was not living on my own. On October 26, 2012 I went on a blind date, with this high energy, up for anything, guy who took me on a whirlwind of a first date. I had never experienced a first date quite like that one. For example, he stated multiple times if he had a papoose he would pick me up and carry me around in it, so I didn't have to walk around in my heels. That was definitely a first for me. But that whirlwind date, and that charismatic guy, swept me up, and one month shy of our 2 year anniversary, we moved in to our first home together.
Anyone who has lived on their own for a significant period of time and then joins their belongings and life with another person, no matter the amount of love they have for each other, and says it's a beautiful easy transition, is a liar. It's not easy. It's hard. It's stressful, and it's at times completely and utterly overwhelming. It's also, undeniably worth it. We have worked hard at making this our home, a reflection of our life together in this moment, and I could not be happier.
Here are a few pictures to document our new journey so far:
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| The day we got the keys to our home! |
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| Goodbye apartment 11! |
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| Mailbox official! |
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| Our garden guys looking comfortable in their new home. |
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| My dressing room, my happy place! |
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| The day I came home from work to find Ryan had surprised me with Dia de la Muertos mums. |
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| Pictures I have taken from our hikes and framed for art above our bed. |
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| Fall settling in to our front yard. We have a yard! |