A little introspection for your Sunday morning
Sunday, May 31st, 2009The weather in New York this May has been less than ideal. Over and over again, Mother Nature has teased us with a day or two of warmth and sunshine, only to follow it up with days and days of clouds, rain and below-average temperatures.
During any other year, this kind of weather would probably really get to me. But not this year. Nothing’s getting to me this year. With a month of homeownership under our belts and only five months until the wedding, Dan and I are still flying high.
In terms of the wedding, we’re in that quiet phase that bridges the flurry of activity right after the engagement and the even greater flurry of activity right before the Big Day. Pretty much everything’s been booked, the bridesmaid dresses are in, it’s not quite time to order the invitations yet, and there are still a couple of months before our food and cake tastings (drool). There’s a pervasive sense of “Should I be doing something I’m not?” — and the answer is “Not really.”
Luckily, that’s where the house comes in. I’m feeling more and more than Dan and I picked the absolute perfect time to purchase our little corner of paradise. We went to contract right before our engagement party so we knew exactly what house-related gifts to ask for (thanks, everyone!), and now the house is filling our time and providing us with a sense of purpose until the wedding planning picks up again later this summer.
And what a wonderful sense of purpose it is. We are madly in love with this house. Its understated beauty, its bright and airy spaces, its green and sizable (at least for Long Island) yard, the quiet neighborhood we’re nestled in, even the ubiquitous rabbits that will probably make it impossible to maintain a vegetable garden — everything about this house is exactly what we’ve always wanted. Next to finding each other and deciding to spend the rest of our lives together, I can state with confidence that this is the best thing that’s happened to either of us.
Every morning I wake up and take stock of what surrounds me: the man I love with all my heart, my two adorable cats, my perfect home. Then I’m filled with a renewed sense that I’m finally where I want — and need — to be.
This truly is what it’s all about.