When I was younger, one of my favorite books was The Boxcar Children. My mom used to read it to my younger siblings and me, and I remember her voice so clearly as she read the magical story. She did really good voices and added lots of exciting inflection. I was mesmerized by this tale of four children, alone in the world except for one another, finding refuge and comfort in a small boxcar, which they made into a cozy home. My favorite passage was the following:
Something about my mother’s expressive voice combined with the relief I felt that they had finally found a home made these few lines special to me.
And now, as we embark on moving into this new house, which we closed on this morning (!!!), I can’t help but think of those words. The house where we have lived for the last year has been lovely at times, and was not without its charms, but it was also not without its quirks. Sometimes the house was downright ornery, as evidenced by the freezing cold winter and the lack of a dishwasher. When a house is 100 years old, and made of wood, there are all kinds of things that need mending and chinks that leave you exposed to the elements (i.e. weather and woodland creatures – I don’t really want to elaborate). We weren’t about to spend money fixing those things, which made it even more frustrating. When you’re our age(s), you tend to want to live like grown-ups and not like college kids, even if that’s what you are. I mean, I’m okay with the eating Ramen and not shopping, but I draw the line when I hear scratching above the ceiling. I’m just going to pretend, FOREVER, that I had a family of tiny seamstress mice living above me, exactly like the ones in Cinderella, who had dinner parties and possibly spoke several languages. It helps me sleep at night. Okay, moving on. Literally.
Here is is. Our new house. Surrounded by lovely trees, with a gorgeous backyard just begging for a hammock. I’m sure this house with have its quirks and ornery spells too, but it’s ours. I’m so excited to get into the house and explore the nooks and crannies, finding a place for everything and putting everything in its place. To paint a little, here and there, and maybe try some of the DIYs I’ve seen on Pinterest. Knowing that this will be our house for at least the next two years makes me want to turn it inside out and really make it my (our) own. This will be the house where many hours of studying will be accomplished, movies watched, lazy afternoons spent, glasses of wine poured, meals cooked, and memories made. I can’t wait to get started. It’s a fine little house, and I’m sure it will keep us dry and warm.
It even kind of looks like a boxcar, doesn’t it?
(Sorry the photo isn’t great, I got it off an email from my realtor and picnik-ed it. Because picnik solves everything.)