I wish I still called Philadelphia my home… but really my home is here in Rhode Island. For now.
My home is something of a crazy ride. Ever seen The Money Pit? Yeah. That. Except that it’s not just a money sucker. It just was a money sucker. And now it’s this place where there are some dings, but we fix them- repair them with love and care. And we touch it up. And we dream about it. I’ve envisioned never leaving, but the truth is, we need to.
Dave works 51 miles away, and the commute is not good for family life. In the winter we miss hours due to snowy commutes, in the summer it’s beach traffic. And while driving isn’t a big deal, time is. We can’t make more time, so we have to use what we have wisely.
That being said… home is where the heart is, and this home in Cranston has a a lot of heart.
We closed in May 2009, 3 months before our wedding, and there was water everywhere. The pipes were disintegrating, the wiring was cloth, the attic wasn’t insulated, no fan in the bathroom, chipped paint everywhere (hooray, no lead!), the bathroom was- as all bathrooms are in Cranston – pink… it was a mess.
And then somehow, it wasn’t. There were endless nights that roved into our days at work- me hiding paint under my nails as I laced brides-to-be into dresses, and Dave straining to stay awake. But we always met back at the same place, sharing food from our tiny fridge on loan from my in-laws, working into the morning hours.
This house we’re in… it’s a home. It’s full of memories, hard work, love, drunken nights, kissing on the porch, first smiles and steps and words and foods. We made our babies here. My water broke twice here. I brought a puppy home. Two babies. I became a Mrs. living in this house that we made into a home.
Happy endings may not be a prince and a princess, but they can be made in 3 bedroom 1 bathroom home- no matter what you imagine. My palace. My home. It’s full of Worth. It’s full of Martinka. And it’s right where I want to be. For now.