So last week we closed on our house. Our beautiful little house now belongs to someone else. Wilson spent 20 minutes on the phone tonight telling me all of the things that he had done to wrap up the closing and all I could think was, geez. It’s really over.
One of my favorite pictures of our old house. Hose and all.
My life has been moving so fast lately that I haven’t taken a moment to press pause and understand what’s around me. I’m writing this in my same bed, under my same sheets, resting against my same pillow – but everything in my life is so different. It’s so weird.
Life is happening. Life is changing. I am changing. These past six months have felt like this exhilarating and amazing rat race in which 50% of the time I am smiling and screaming with delight but the other 50% of the time I’m scared as $^@& and wondering when someone will notice that I have no clue what I’m doing. Wew it feels good to say that.
Does this sound like some sort of bad Nickelback song? What if I’ve missed my calling as their songwriter…
Wilson and I closed on our first house as a married couple. I keep repeating it to let it sink in. I asked him the other day if he was sad about it and he said: “No, I’m ok with it. We had a talk and she understands. She’s someone else’s now.” Someone else’s place to find solace, someone else’s to find happiness – to find comfort, to find sorrow, to find joy. Someone else’s house to make memories in.
Maybe these are the lyrics to a bad country song now. I’m not sure. I’m thinking Brad Paisley, or someone else equally as awful.
When Wilson first bought that house and told me his grand plans of renovation, I thought he had lost his marbles. And honestly, the whole idea was a bit crazy and very risky. But once again, Wilson pulled through. That house not only bonded us together in the way that creating something from scratch will do, but it also showed me the kind of person he is. Strong, persistent, trusting, and patient. The kind of person I want to be.
I haven’t bared myself on SST in a while, oopsies. Wilson said once that often my best writing is when I’m serious, which of course I hate because I much prefer to make people laugh. But the truth is powerful so we’ll go with that for tonight. My biggest fear is morphing into some awful blogger mutant who talks incessantly about pumpkin spice lattes and photographs outrageously expensive $6 macaroons and posts them on Instagram, so I’ll try to stay away from that. But I’m still going to post about J.Crew sales, they just make me so excited.
I still haven’t quite figured out how Silver Spoon Taste comes to life in Savannah, but I’m working on it. Thank you for reading and supporting me, you are the best. I will take flight soon.