Happy New Year! (Okay, I wrote this several days ago so let’s pretend that 2014 is still brand new, deal?) I hope that you were able to celebrate it better than we did: Cranky kids put to bed at 8:30, Cranky Mommy and Daddy to bed at 10:00. Daddy up at 6 to be at work at 7.
There was a bright side, though. We were able to watch the downtown Denver fireworks from our window because…We are in our new apartment! Woohoo! Finally. This past Saturday we enlisted the help of a few brave souls and one brother who didn’t have a choice, to carry all our belongings up three stories. We are living in a complete mess of boxes but are so, so happy to finally be in our place.
We counted up the moves leading up to this one and the grand total of homes we have lived in is…drumroll….15. Yikes. When I put that out on Facebook I think our friends were a little surprised. We’ve only been married 7 ½ years. How is this possible? I know, right? I’m not sure myself.
So to give you an idea of why and how we have lived in so many homes, I decided to give a quick rundown of all 15 for those of you who are curious. If you’re reading this and thinking, I really don’t care, I hear ya. Go ahead and log out. I promise I will have something more rewarding next time you tune in (yeesh, did I really just promise that?).
Home #1: July 2006 we got married in Iowa and in August moved to Colorado for lack of teaching jobs in Chicago (where we went to school and met) for Tim. We had a beautiful top level apartment with a fireplace. Here we acquired one hyperactive dog named Dora. She is a poodle mix with the heart of a Labrador.
Home #2: We left Colorado June 2007 to spend our summer as missionaries in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Lived all summer in a camper-trailer. Very tiny home.
Home #3: Back to Chicago so I could finish college. We lived in a studio apartment that was only slightly bigger than our camper-trailer. Our bed folded up into the wall. For those of you who speak Chicagoan, we lived in Logan Square off the California Blue Line stop.
Home #4: Again, off to Michigan as missionaries. This time we lived in a trailer house for the summer. Our biggest home yet! We shared it with a chipmunk who came in through the hole in our kitchen floor and liked to scare the daylights out of me whenever I came around the corner.
Home #5: We made the move out to the Chicago suburbs (Roselle) to be closer to Tim’s job. We had a bottom level apartment which was frequented by the ducks we would feed out of our sliding door. I graduated college in May 2009 and gave birth to Son #1 in July 2009.
Home #6: Our lease ran out before we found our next home and we couldn’t stay in our 1 bedroom with a baby. Our dear pastor’s wife from that time let us rent her late mother’s house in Glenview while we continued our search. We were there for 4 weeks.
Home #7: In late fall 2009, we found an itty bitty one bedroom (that was all we could afford!) in Arlington Heights, IL. The complex was called The Tanglewood, but we affectionately referred to it as The Tangle-Hood. It was here that I was woken up in the early morning by a drug bust going on across the hall. I heard the police yelling and kicking open the door and in my sleepy state thought for sure that they were coming in our place. We were there for 9 months.
And that’s all for this post. You will have to come back tomorrow to see the rest! You’re dying of anticipation, I know. But hang in there. Find something to do to keep your mind busy while you anxiously wait by your computer hitting the “refresh” button.