Tomorrow marks 10 years since we’ve moved into this house. I was hoping to be out of here before we saw this anniversary come and go, but we’re under contract and closing soon, so we almost made it. We moved into this house after we’d been married for a year. We couldn’t believe our luck to get one of the very few mid century modern houses in Grand Junction and with a pool on top of that! The kids were 13 and 11 at the time, and the move was good for all of us.
I have a lot to say about staying in a place you don’t belong. I’m processing a lot of frustration with myself and a lot of grief over time lost. I don’t know quite how to square the amount of time I hung onto Grand Junction when it was so clearly not hanging onto me. But I do know this: We were meant for this house and it was meant for us. I feel so grateful that I got to shepherd it into its more true self, making it even more beautiful than what it was when we got it, honoring its bones and its history. It’s something that has felt living in some way and I’ve been so grateful for its arms around me when I needed it most.
Here’s the other reason we knew this house was meant for us. When we moved in there was nothing left on the mantle except two scrabble tiles:
How very lucky we’ve been.
