I've been meaning to post pictures of the house and all the little things we're doing to it as we make it home... but I suppose you can add that to the list of things I haven't had the time/energy to do. And probably won't for a while. But day by day, this place becomes more "ours". The exciting thing about this house is that it truly is "ours" forever. I wanted to write about our new home (despite the lack of pictures I have uploaded) because of a conversation I had with Peter just a few short days ago. I shocked my husband by candidly telling him that I miss Toronto. And I do. A lot. Yes, the girl that pined over this move back "home" for years, misses the city. But let me clarify...
Yes I miss the city. I miss my friends, I miss our old house, I miss wandering on many of the Toronto streets I have long loved, I miss the restaurants, I miss the shopping, I miss my job, and some days I just miss the possibilities. In Toronto I always felt there was an answer to everything if you worked hard enough and kept your eyes open. And I know the same opportunities are here for me to explore... Toronto was just comfortable to me.
But if you strip all of the superficial stuff away, what I am left with, what we are all left with, is family and loved ones. And THAT is what brought us here. A house is not a home. The way you furnish or decorate it doesn't make it a home (not even the new fireplace, book case built ins, and custom curtains I dream of). It's the people in your home and the life you make together there. We walked through this house on a total Thanksgiving whim. More out of curiosity and long weekend boredom than any true real estate search. What we found was a house that oozed "family" to us. Staircases, mouldings, windows, and bedrooms that we instantly, both of us without saying a word to each other, saw our growing family in. A dining room that I pictured welcoming my children returning from university around. A fireplace that we could hang our family stockings each Christmas. A backyard that we could see our littles ones run in, and a porch that I could picture drinking wine on as I sat with my husband and watched the river go by. We saw a house that had a familiar charm and history. And before we even knew what we were doing, we bought it.
Don't get me wrong, I get carried away when I think about all the possibilities for renos and decorating I could do here. I am addicted to Pinterest and online window shopping. I love dreaming about all the things I could make pretty. But then I sit on that same front porch that made us buy this place with Peter, and I am reminded that we didn't buy this house to kill ourselves with renos and a quick re-sale (like our Toronto home) in a couple of years. That we are not in a rush. We bought this place to grow old together, to give our family a different life, and most importantly to watch our children grow along side our village of loved ones.
So if you hear me saying I miss Toronto... know that it is true. But also know that I am incredibly happy about this move our little family has made, and the years we have ahead to continue to transform this house into our version of a happy home and our happy life together.
Until then... we are ready for this baby.
Yes I miss the city. I miss my friends, I miss our old house, I miss wandering on many of the Toronto streets I have long loved, I miss the restaurants, I miss the shopping, I miss my job, and some days I just miss the possibilities. In Toronto I always felt there was an answer to everything if you worked hard enough and kept your eyes open. And I know the same opportunities are here for me to explore... Toronto was just comfortable to me.
But if you strip all of the superficial stuff away, what I am left with, what we are all left with, is family and loved ones. And THAT is what brought us here. A house is not a home. The way you furnish or decorate it doesn't make it a home (not even the new fireplace, book case built ins, and custom curtains I dream of). It's the people in your home and the life you make together there. We walked through this house on a total Thanksgiving whim. More out of curiosity and long weekend boredom than any true real estate search. What we found was a house that oozed "family" to us. Staircases, mouldings, windows, and bedrooms that we instantly, both of us without saying a word to each other, saw our growing family in. A dining room that I pictured welcoming my children returning from university around. A fireplace that we could hang our family stockings each Christmas. A backyard that we could see our littles ones run in, and a porch that I could picture drinking wine on as I sat with my husband and watched the river go by. We saw a house that had a familiar charm and history. And before we even knew what we were doing, we bought it.
Don't get me wrong, I get carried away when I think about all the possibilities for renos and decorating I could do here. I am addicted to Pinterest and online window shopping. I love dreaming about all the things I could make pretty. But then I sit on that same front porch that made us buy this place with Peter, and I am reminded that we didn't buy this house to kill ourselves with renos and a quick re-sale (like our Toronto home) in a couple of years. That we are not in a rush. We bought this place to grow old together, to give our family a different life, and most importantly to watch our children grow along side our village of loved ones.
So if you hear me saying I miss Toronto... know that it is true. But also know that I am incredibly happy about this move our little family has made, and the years we have ahead to continue to transform this house into our version of a happy home and our happy life together.
Until then... we are ready for this baby.
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