Saturday, November 3, 2012
B3 - Home Sweet House
I grew up in a house; somewhat out in the country, but not completely.
Our neighborhood consisted of 1 long street and 1 short street, both streets formed somewhat of a curvy T. The house wasn't small; but neither was it large. It was just a nice, comfortable house; and with the house, came a big yard.
When I decided to leave home and live on my own, I moved into an apartment. Several of them, in fact. I moved around a lot for a few years. Actually, I would move back home for a while, move out, move back home again, move out, rinse, lather, repeat. It took me a few years to get a grasp on things, doncha know.
Zooming closer to somewhat current time, when I lived in Jackson, I resided in apartments, one-room studios and even motel rooms. There ya go.
Interestingly, the longest I lived in a motel was slightly over a year . . . a wing of rooms had been renovated into small studios (to even include cute and functional kitchenettes). This wing was reserved for anyone who worked in the county. That should show you how hard housing can be to come by sometimes in Jackson.
The next longest stint of motel living ran for about 9 months and was specifically attached to a job. In fact, it was my first job in Jackson. It was also my first home there, as well. I had spent the summer working in Grand Teton National Park; and once the summer job ended, I mosied my way down to Jackson in hopes of finding a place to live and starting my life as Southern Belle Hippie Mountain Woman.
But, alas . . . after 2 weeks of searching, I still had not found anywhere to live. I was pretty dejected and started making plans to leave Jackson. I went to check out of the motel that I had been staying at for those 2 weeks; and the owner, himself, was at the front counter. Long story short, he found out my plight and offered me one of his older motel rooms at an employee rate if I would take a night audit job at the motel. Deal and done. The job and the accommodations were offered only through the winter; but at least it kept me in Jackson and got me going. However, a kitchenette was not part of the ammenities. That's when I learned about crock pots and two-eye electric burners. Yep, yep.
Bringing all of this to today, Tex and I live in a house. Not quite as bit as the house I grew up in, but still quite comfortable and nothing to sneeze at. In fact, we are able to have an office for Tex, a studio for me and a guest room for, well, guests! Sometimes that room is home to an out-of-town friend; sometimes it is where our grandkidlettes sleep when they come to visit. It fills my heart with tremendous joy when that room is being occupied. Tex and I both truly cherish all of our house guests.
And, let's not forget the kitchen (my second studio)! Throughout the year, we are able to have friends over for dinner or perhaps a party . . . oh be still my heart; another opportunity to cook for and feed and entertain people - one of my passions, doncha know.
Taking this virtual tour outside, our yard is significantly smaller than the 6 acres from my childhood; but nonetheless, we do have both a front and a back yard. The back yard is fenced-in, so the puppy girls can run and romp to their heart's delight.
I can grumble about the yard when it needs to be mowed (Texas heat and humidity, anyone?) . . . but I truly do enjoy living in a house and having a yard.
That's my blessing / thankfulness for today; 3 days into 30 Days of Thankfulness. I am truly thankful that I live in a house . . . and not just any house; but the house specifically known as Tex and Sharmie's.
What are you thankful for today? I'd love to know. Please feel free to leave your comments below.
Thanks for reading!
Y'all be blessed,
p.s. - The photo above is of one of our rose bushes in the front of our house (and was taken earlier this year). It's the closest I could find of a picture showing even part of the outside of our house showing (and with today being a busy day, taking a current photo does not really fit in with the scheme of things, doncha know).