Old School
Daniel and I discussed a while ago that it would be great if I could move back in with my parents for a little while right before the wedding. There's something charmingly traditional about moving from your parents' home to your husband's. It would open up more opportunity for me to spend some time in communion with my family before branching out and starting my own; also for Daniel to spend more time with them as well.
Daniel and I discussed a while ago that it would be great if I could move back in with my parents for a little while right before the wedding. There's something charmingly traditional about moving from your parents' home to your husband's. It would open up more opportunity for me to spend some time in communion with my family before branching out and starting my own; also for Daniel to spend more time with them as well.
Given my no-roommate situation at my home in Scottsdale, it became immediately apparent that financially it made sense for me to leave there and move in with my family as soon as possible. So, with great luck and I think fate, I was able to find some great renters the first day I posted it for rent on CraigsList. And as soon as we returned from vacation in mid-July, I started packing. OK, 'we' started packing (I had so much help for which I am so thankful!).
The Move "Home"
The Move "Home"
It has been an emotional experience for me. Lots of changes. Transitions. Letting go of my walking park, my 8 minute commute, my cute lime green walls and yellow kitchen, my comfortable little independence. In the moving process I also had to let go of a lot of insecurities and ownership... as someone who has lived pretty much on my own since college, with utmost privacy and control of my own environment, I've acquired a lot of "stuff" that I didn't typically share or show other people. Now with a new fiance helping me go through and pack all my stuff, I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed. A healthy process I think.
One weekend, two trips to Goodwill with heaps of another-man's-treasure, and three trailer loads later...
Here I am, back in the house on Homestead Lane.
Here I am, back in the house on Homestead Lane.
I have been so enveloped in love throughout this whole process. My parents, my fiance, and friends helping out and offering support. I am so blessed.
Now that I'm here (in the basement this time around... like a little apartment cave complete with little white dogs) it will take a little time to normalize but it's been really great so far. Three days down, seven months to go!
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Side note... after about 60+ try-ons... I found my wedding dress!!! I can't post a picture in case Daniel actual reads this blog... but email me if you want to see it.
