There Are Moments

There are moments in every relationship that you don't ever want to forget. And last night I had one.

I was cooking dinner and I had my iPhone playing some music... And the moment Handsome walked into the kitchen, my phone turned to "She's Got A Way" by Billy Joel (which is one of my favorite songs) and at the same moment the sun broke through the clouds and lit up my kitchen like a lantern.

Handsome turned me around, put his feet under mine, and we danced.

Kitchen aglow. Dinner cooking. iPhone playing. And we danced. We giggled and smiled for what we did was silly. But it meant everything.

The Housing Gods & My Apartment

So, a few days before Handsome left for Dubai we find out that the house we are (regretably) in love with had an offer on it and it has been accepted. The Housing Gods were certainly laughing in our general direction.

BUMMER! We decide it's not that big of a deal because: Another one will come along that we love even more. Wrong. We decided to websurf. Everything out there with property are wood cabins. No joke. C'mon people! I want a house! Correction: We want a house but HE will take a wood cabin type house. Bleck!

So, we did the one thing we were told not to: We fell in love. And yes, the heart break does hurt. Because you start imagining yourself living the rest of your life in a place and you begin to think of ALL the projects you could find in that place. Or like me, you start decorating the whole place in your mind.

In light of losing a house I could imagine making perfect, I had to take tons of photos to remember my apartment by. I love it here, and nothing but real love would get me to move. The opportunity had to make it worth it... And living in the country in a country home with the man of my dreams, was it.

Top things I will miss:

1. Window sills large enough for Binx to sit on

2. The porch garden

Okay yes my tomatoes are about gone

3. The way the leaded windows beam squares of sunlight onto my pillowcases around 10am

4. The butler's pantry

5. Taking a bath in my cast iron bathtub every night

6. The view of the maple trees that line the street in Autumn

Goodbye my sweet sweet old apartment. I will always love you.

The Beginning of Our Story..

I remember it like it was yesterday. Even though it wasn't. We met on Easter Sunday. Both of us, separately taking walks in Riverfront Park. The details of our conversation have gone fuzzy but I vividly remember talking for hours and hours. And even when we parted ways, I counted the minutes to when I would hear from him. He gave me the ole "I'll call ya later" line. I figured I'd hear from him the next day or even later that week... but no, I got the call that same evening. Something in both of us knew that it was something special.

As time goes on you begin to forget little things, the plans you make or the butterflies you feel or what you say to each other that shows the intrigue. What I do remember is the feeling I had for this man was like none other. I knew instantly that I didn't want to see anyone else. Instantly. And becoming a couple was never even a conversation. No kidding! The words were , "I don't want to see anyone else." "I don't either." Sealed with a kiss and done deal.

The word "love" came quickly and so did my desire to be around him constantly.

If anything, I was flattered and thrilled the day he asked me to move in with him. Of course, he was already in the process of selling his current house to buy another...  So here we are. Still trying to sell the house so we can buy another and begin a life together.

I will admit at first I was extremely excited to live together particularly when it was first brought up, it came up probably 2 months into seeing each other. But we knew it wouldn't be for a while. I mean, our plan was to sell his house then once he bought a house we would both move into that at the same time. That was the idea. After the first house we looked at, although I was excited to live with him, the anxiety set in.

Thankfully, I have a sister that would talk me through everything. She did not have an opinion one way or the other but always on my side. But the reality was that I was having anxiety living with him, when my own insecurities were still trying to hide. Once that was realized and I could have an open and honest conversation with Handsome about it, I was cured. He claims to be impatient, but he has never shown me anything other than perfect patience.

We had been together for a month and finally got to the point where we wanted a picture of us together. :) We were too enamored to notice that we were WINO's! LOL! And he looks stoned.