It seems fitting that for our 100th post we feature the tiny apartment that has become our home. I don’t know how much longer we’ll be here, it could be a year, it could be five, but I do know that I’ll never forget it. I’ve always told Theresa that I’d be happy anywhere as long as I had her, but I know when we finally decide to move on it will be a bittersweet parting. These 700 square feet or so have born witness to our life as newlyweds. It has harbored us within its brick walls as we’ve grown and matured as a couple. I am thoroughly content here, and it’s sometimes difficult to imagine being anywhere else.
The running joke/question when it comes to any kind of home related purchase is “where are we going to put it?”. Given the limited amount of space we have to work with it’s a legitimate question. Over the last few years Theresa has pulled together an assortment of wonderful things. After dozens of estate sales and with more than a little help from Theresa’s incredibly talented parents, she has created a place that truly feels like home to us. It is with great pride that we can say nearly everything in our home has been made, or refurbished by someone in her family.
Sitting here typing away on the now famous Chester I look around and realize just how blessed we are. However, it’s not our material wealth that blows me away. Rather it is the love and support of our family, and the legacy that they have given us through their hard work and time that humbles me. It is the knowledge that I am well and truly loved by my wife, by my parents, by her parents. It the deep seated faith that even if our apartment burned to the ground tomorrow we would be alright because we have each other. The beautiful things in our house are just a reminder of the larger truth: we are loved.
All you need is love.
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