Our Next Steps…

The rain is falling lightly beyond the open patio door and Nova is curled in her usual spot beside me on the couch. Indie-folk melodies swirl around the apartment. The flowers we were given with our grocery pick-up are a nice spring-touch on our dining room table. Fake or not, I think they’ll stay for a while. Everything is calm; like the calm before a storm. But a very, very good storm.

Nothing about mine and Daniel’s relationship has gone slow, let alone at a normal pace. He popped the question in June 2018 and we were married in October of that same year. We have been in our cozy little white apartment from then until now, in April, when we already have an accepted offer on a house. When Daniel gets an idea in his head, he has a hard time sitting still until the idea becomes a reality. And I love that about him. I might dream and make goals but I struggle with the follow through, especially if it seems “hard”. I don’t like typing that out but it’s the truth. With Daniel, he thrives off the “hard” stuff – he needs to push himself in order to not become bored or idle in life.

I am equally as excited as I am nervous about our house journey. I already have vision boards of how we are going to make this new house our home. Repaint the 70’s pastel pink and blue tile in the bathroom, IKEA light fixtures in the dining room… I have nervous butterflies even putting words together for this post. The inspection is scheduled for Wednesday at 3PM and I am praying everything goes smoothly and my anxious nerves can all transition into pure excitement. If everything goes as we hope, we’ll close on May 6 – the best twenty-fifth birthday present I could ask for. I’ll admit, I will miss this cozy white apartment and the memories we’ve made here the last six months as husband and wife but I am so. ecstatic. for what is to come; the people that we’ll love on in our home, the meals we’ll cook in our kitchen and serve around our table, the bonfires in our huge backyard and the babies that we will bring through the door, into our home.

More butterflies.

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