It has officially been one month since I moved in with Mr. Wonderful. And I'm happy to report things are going quite well. As you can see, he allowed me to fancy the place up for Christmas. Although I refrained from setting up the cat nativity scene out of respect to his manliness.
Up until this week, I was having some pangs of longing for my apartment. Whenever the thought of that place would cross my mind, one word came up: HOME. I lived there so long, it was completely my haven. That place where I would shut the door and exhale. It was wholly my space and nothing comforted me quite like it.
I remember thinking during my last move - to London in summer of 2009 - that if I had my car and my cats and reliable Internet access, it might feel more like home.
However, when I came to reside in Mr. W's, I had all of those things. And it still didn't feel like that exhaley haven I craved.
The first time I drove up to my town after the move, I felt the prickly warning that tears might be on their way. It's not that I wasn't happy to be living in the big city of Hollywood, it's just that my sweet small town of Montrose had such a different, familiar, welcoming feel. It made my chest hurt.
But something sort of amazing happened Monday night. I went back to Montrose for a haircut appointment. And when I got on the freeway toward Hollywood, the pang sort of reversed. I was longing for my new home. My home where Mr. W and my cats and my Christmas tree were waiting. My home where the entry hall closet is crammed full of perfectly organized stuff because we don't have enough storage space. My home where the roof leaked on my Grandmother's dining table Sunday. My home where I see grapevines from my bedroom window. It's my new exhaley haven.
I'm looking forward to celebrating there on Friday night and Saturday morning. Just me and my little fiance/feline family. And I'm a bit worried that when Mr. W returns from his travels abroad, the house is going to feel more like mine than his.
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I don't think that's something to worry about...it'll be nice to be surrounded by his stuff in his absence, right?
It's so sweet to have someone to celebrate the holidays with in an "our" home. I think the holidays have really helped bring Mr. Darcy and I closer and to make what used to be "my" home, "our" home.
Hope you and Mr. W have a wonderful holiday!
P.S. Tell Mr. W sorry for spelling his name wrong on the card I sent you both. ;-)
Awww..how sweet. Great post and great picture!! Merry Christmas to you two!
hoThis is sweet and all, but it's just not Christmas without the cat nativity scene. I think Mr. W can deal with it.
Why does it say "ho" in front of my last message? I did not type that. I swear I wasn't calling you a ho for not putting out the cat nativity scene.
Hah your sister called you a Ho! hehe Glad to you hear you are settling in and will be able to celebrate with your own little unit this year. :)
Are those palm trees out there behind your Xmas tree? As a dude in Colorado, I love seeing that!
I'm betting he'll like it! Heck, I'd even bet at some point he thinks it's even more like home with you and your stuff there. :)
Hope you both have a wonderful Christmas! xo!
Cat nativity scene. There are some things I just don't need to know.
Congrats on the successful pairing and co-habitation. Christmas time will be sweeter because of it.
Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to you and Mr. Wonderful!
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I think I was too distracted by your sister calling you a "ho" via Freudian slip to actually comment on this post! LOL
I knew this would happen soon! You have your new haven. It is awesome! Hope you had a great Christmas!!!!
He seems to like you (*wink*) so the more YOU he gets, the better
Skimming through some of my favorite bloggers and and and ... your new home has a view. What looks to be a beautiful view. I'm so glad that's feeling more like home! xoxo
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