Saturday, September 11, 2010

Our First Home Sweet Home

Wowee! First of all a huge "Thank you!" for the biggest day ever in the history of "Getting There...." That history being about 12 days, but still! I know we're just a tiny little blip on the blogosphere, but I think we're moving mountains here people, seriously. :)

Also, I promise that we will be getting back to regularly scheduled programming at some point in the next week. I originally intended this blog to be a place to share family memories here and there, but mostly to give how-to inspirations and create an environment where we can all share tips on living family life. I realize I've been doing a whole lot of personal posts and a lot less informative ones lately, but never fear...I've got plans. :)

Eric and I are rapidly approaching our 2nd wedding anniversary, and I'm feeling a bit nostalgic. With all that we've been through already it's hard to believe that it's ONLY been 2 years since I walked down the aisle! It may have seemed like a decade ago, but back in the Fall of 2008 we were busy establishing our first home together.

I'm sure no one forgets the first place they lived after saying, "I do." I know I'll always remember the first little apartment that Eric and I shared in St. Peters, Mo.  It was cute and cozy and in a great location, but honestly....

... the place made me want to throw up. Kind of puts a damper on things, really, haha. 

I started getting really, really sick with my first pregnancy mere weeks after we came back from our honeymoon. I had "morning sickness" all day long, and it got WORSE at night, right around the time I was walking through the front door each evening. I've mentioned before about the power of smell, and let me tell you, I can only associate the smell of our first home with tossing my cookies. Not a pleasant memory! In fact, if I were to walk in there today, I'm sure I would instantly feel queasy.  Don't get me wrong, it's not like it smelled bad, it's just the environment I was in day after day while I was so sick. Such a shame.

But I tried my absolute hardest, worked my sickly newlywed behind off, to make that place our personal little sanctuary. When I look at the pictures they really do make me smile. I'm just glad they're not scratch and sniff.
Before and After:


Dining Room:

I was so excited to unpack all of my awaiting home decor boxes and place my "pretties" here and there. For three years my bedroom in my parent's house had been stacked floor to ceiling with boxes filled with candle holders, sconces, and accessories just waiting for the day that I would have a place to spread out and use them. Needless to say, our modest sized apartment was busting at the seams with what looked like a wax factory explosion.

Oh, the fireplace. The fireplace that I just had to have so that I would have a mantle to decorate and a place to build roaring fires on frosty winter evenings. Um, notice the lack of mantle...and those fires...never happened. But, I did strategically place a few pillar candles inside. It's all about the illusion....right? 

And the kitchen. The tiny galley kitchen with few cabinets, no pantry, a small refrigerator, and a dishwasher that left cups and plates dirtier than when they were put in.

I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who have had much worse first kitchens! But I'm not gonna lie, I don't miss it. Not a bit. 

Aww, our very first toilet. :) What was I thinking when I took this picture?

Would you believe that I let Eric tour apartments and choose our first home without me? Well, believe it.  It was with nervous anticipation that I stepped through the door for the first time *praying* that "we" made the right choice based on Eric's descriptions alone. And apart from the little quirks that make a first place a first place, I think he did a pretty good job. :) 

I know what I will miss most about our first "home sweet home" is the fact that I carried Evelyn in my belly there for almost my entire pregnancy. I may have begrudgingly stood over the sink washing dishes by hand, but I'll never forget the little conversations I would have with my daughter as I scrubbed pots and pans. I'll never forget Eric wanting to eat taco salad every single night and me wanting to hurl, because that was probably the most horrific odor possible to my very sensitive nose. I'll never forget lying in bed with our laptop staring at pictures of what Evelyn looked like in my tummy. 

We've lived in several places in just two short years, and so I believe I have learned early on that home is what you make it, no matter where you are. But this was our very first, and I think it's worth remembering where we started. 

And speaking of remembering....

We will never forget the lives that were lost on September 11, 2001. I was coincidently sitting in American History class while American history was being made. I encourage you all to check out Thrifty Decor Chic's blog post as she recently toured the Ground Zero Museum in New York.  Please don't let this day go by without saying a prayer for the families who are still suffering from the events of that day. 

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