Once upon a time, I lived in this adorable little house….
With two guys.
And then Nicky moved out.
And it was just me and Grunt Labor.
And we were young.
And we thought that we really wanted to live in a bigger, newer home.
So we put our cute little cottage-y type house on the market.
And it sold.
And I cried a little – it was home. It was cozy, it was comfortable. There was only one bathroom, which was a struggle, but this was the first house Grunt Labor and I shared. It felt like home to me from the minute I started dragging my suitcase over for the weekend, to when he finally cleaned out a drawer for me (at the advice of a co-worker, thank you, Donna), to when all my furniture and twenty some odd Rubbermaid totes made their way to his attic.
We scoured our area for a new home. I was leaning toward the older homes that needed a little love, Grunt Labor was leaning toward the brand new construction homes that were ready to go.
He won. I’ve never been very good at telling that man no.
We ended up with this.
One year later, we sold it.