It’s beginning to feel like home
By Allan Olson
It’s funny how life works sometimes. In the not too distant past, it seemed like we would never – or at least not in the foreseeable future – leave our small dwelling and move into new digs which would more conveniently and efficiently house our family.
Achieving the dream of homeownership (I will tackle that subject in a future column) is finally here, as two weeks ago we became owners of a large house that easily holds the family, complete with a yard and a view of an area lake.
When we first drove past the place, we knew the location was ideal for us; a yard, a large house, and a quiet neighborhood.
My wife and I started the ball rolling to get the process completed. We also started talking about it with the kids. They had heard us discussing it, and had seen the outside of the house when we drove by one day nearly two months ago.
“Do you want to move to a new house?” I asked them.
“Is it the one I like?” Marcus asked.
“Which one is that,”? I asked.
“The big one, the grey one, the one with four bedrooms,” he said.
“Yes,” I told him.
Abigail was only concerned about one thing when I asked her the same question.
“Can I bring my dollies to the new house?”
“Yes,” I told her, laughing.
She didn’t care where we moved, as long as it was with us and she could bring her dollies with.
“I will miss all my friends,” Nikolai said. But even he was ready for a big, new house.
Alivia, well, she is a little too young to fully understand, but has easily accepted this place as home.
The first weekend here was full of family, including cousins to play with and new ways to get into trouble.
The day after we moved in, I found Abigail trying to haul Alivia up the stairs with the base of the lego wagon. I later learned that she also tried to go down the stairs in the same wagon.
Another fun activity in the new house is so many rooms to play hide and seek in.
Two weekends in a row we’ve had a house full of cousins for the kids to play with, and both weekends every room and several cupboards were used to hide in. The noise and excitement filtered through the house, mixed amongst the noise of hammers and saws working away.
The mix often featured one noise (usually the kids) overpowering the other, but in the end, we all were tired at the end of the day, either from playing with the cousins or from the multiple trips to town to get something else to fix something else that we weren’t aware of or forgot on the last trip.
My sister in-law summed it up best after the first weekend of chaos: “Eight kids, broken pipes, no water, electric jolts, funky floors, pumpkin pie cake, new toilet, boxes everywhere, peanut butter cheesecake, lots of laughs, millions of trips to town, and no serious injuries!”
Our new house is slowly taking shape, with flooring fixed, paint applied and a few more walls washed.
Despite the many boxes still to be opened and pictures still to be hung, this is our home.
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