Is it bad that even with the long list of fun things we did this summer (see the sidebar to the left), that with the exception of our two-year anniversarymoon, I'm secretly most excited about this weekend?
You're probably asking yourself, what could be more exciting than BlogHer or Jimmy Buffett or a wine festival, for goodness sake? The answer, my friends, is bamboo floors. Trust me on this...most of you have not seen our ugly and filthy carpet that I swear must be the original carpet the builders put down in 1989. Yes, it is that awful.
We'll be tearing out the carpet tonight so that we'll have all day tomorrow to lay the flooring. It's just the two of us doing all the work which pretty much guarantees that the words fuck and asshole will be muttered under my breath at least 10 times respectively throughout the course of the day. Jon understands that it's nothing personal though. I just get a little, err, intense, shall we say, with home improvements. That would be the perfectionist blood running through me.
To be completely honest though, I truly enjoy doing the work ourselves. It means more to me to say that we installed these floors together rather than we picked it out and paid a lot of money to have someone else install them for us. I burst with pride when people come to our home for the first time and say how chic and cozy it is and how beautiful our kitchen and bathroom are. I love the way they marvel when we tell them we did everything ourselves, from the painting to the granite to the design. It's our hard work, Jon's and mine, and we did it together.
Just yesterday, it hit me that this will be our last autumn in this home, our first home together. We started out here as fiancés on the cusp of our wedding and now, here we are two years later talking about hardwood floors and clipping coupons and babies. How did we get from where we were then to where we are now so quickly? It's all gone so fast and it's incredibly bittersweet for me. While I'm ready to move on, excited to move on, to a bigger home and closer to the families we adore, that means that we're moving to an unknown place, farther away from where we started out and farther away from the state that brought us together. The only thing we can truly be certain of is that where ever life takes us, we'll make our new home there together. And I'll probably still call him an asshole when he steals my screwdriver for the umpteenth time.
Stay tuned for before and after pics.
