Finally home

**You can read part 1 HERE and part 2 HERE**


So a couple of months went by, then things kind of **magically** began to fell in place.

None of my sisters were going to use the house anymore, and my dad was going to sell the old house. At the same house, we were determined to get a new house, we went to see some, but it just wasn’t possible.
Sometime, something just clicked and before you know it, I was asking my dad if he could sell the house to us. It took some convincing to the hubs, and some more to my dad, but finally he agreed.



So we’re back!!!

We moved in Dec 1, 2011. I managed and supervised the whole moving myself, because the hubs was very very busy and if I waited for him I don’t know where we could have done it, and I was in a hurry. So I practically moved us in a weekend. The whole house, furniture and 3 girls, 2 dogs and the million cats (they’re 8 –you read that right- 8 cats. that’s another story)
We have been here one whole month now, and it has been magnificent. Of course, we are not completely settled in, the living room was without seats because we had them carpeted and they delivered almost until Christmas week. I didn’t put my tree and decorations up until that day (normally I like to put them Nov 20th). I still don’t have a table, and we just got the seats.

But it’s home, you know?

It’s one of the best feelings of the world, and I’m still getting used to the idea that yes, I live here. Like new, but familiar and cozy. Like different, but the same. I love it!

The new old house, part 2

 

**You can read part 1 HERE**

 

Fortunately, my dad gave us a hand and bought this house from us, to use it for my sisters who would be coming to this town to go to school, so I didn’t loose it completely. It wasn’t mine anymore, but it was my dad’s so that was the next best thing. Now that I think about it, I think that was also hard, because I wouldn’t totally let go. Not really.

Anyways, we (my girls and I, I was already separated from my husband at the time) stayed a while at the house with 2 of my sisters. It was a lot of fun, and I got to live with them which I never had, so that was very nice. But in a little while began to feel crowded: my girls and I were together in a (big) bedroom, so I started looking for a place to rent.

So I found a little house and moved my girls and my dogs Matilda & Casilda. I had another labrador at the time, Matilda’s daughter Casilda. A little while later, we bought another little house, that was perfect in a way. It was near to my mom, and it was a relief to finally return to live in our own house. Around that time my husband and I were able to rebuild our relationship.

So we were settled in, and we were fine, but the plan was always to buy a bigger house. We barely fit in there. Later my third baby girl was born, and as they all continue to grow up, the house began to feel somehow inadecuate. I started dreaming with another house, a bigger one where we could entertain and our girls’ friends could come over, that just wasn’t posible on that house, it was too little. So we made a plan.

We bought a land that seemed perfect, hired an architect, and she designed the perfect house to our needs. Not huge, but just big enough. It was perfect, to have a house designed to meet the exact needs and wants of every person in the family, and even the pets.

But once again, we had to change plans. Sell the land for the bussiness and invest the money. It wasn’t the bad horrible situation as had been before, but it was our dreams of a home.

Tomorrow, part 3 (and last!)

The new old house

 

So I had this dream from a long, long time ago. The dream of living in a home, not just a house. Because, sure, we had a roof over our heads which is more than enough, but it just didn’t feel like home.

This story begins about 11 years ago.

We were a young couple with a little girl looking for a house. We found one, that for some reason spoke to me. It certainly wasn’t because it was pretty, which it WASN’T. It was close to my baby girl’s school, and close enough to my school. So we bought it. And we made major remodelation work, hired an architect and all. So finally by the end of the year 2000 it was ready.

I remember the emotion we felt when, coming home from a vacation, we went to see how was the construction going, because it was already delayed. I don´t know why, but I distinctly remember that it was late in the night, like 12am or something, when we got to see it like it was going to be. Sure we saw it before as the construction workers were remodeling it, but it wasn’t the same as to see it with the walls painted and all.

We were in AWE. We didn’t get to pick the colors of the interior walls because of the vacations, so we had to leave it to the architect. It was perfect!!!

I truly, really believed we were going to live in that house forever, that my girls would grow up there and all that. My second child was born in that house (not in the actual house), there’s where we adopted our labrador and I loved it. We had parties, celebrations and barbecues every chance we got.

But we had to sell it. Bussiness got tough, and we practically had no other option than to sell. Besides, at that time things weren’t so great with us as a couple, and we split up. So I had to  leave my house and my husband almost at the same time. It was one of the most difficult times of my live, if not the hardest.

Now, this is not a pity party, it ends happy I promise!!!

 

Tomorrow, part 2 (this is getting crazy long)