Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Cory and I are out of Hotel living and moved on to apartment living. We don't have Internet at the moment, but that should change soon. How is apartment living different from Hotel living? Every way possible, and I'm loving every single one!
Cory and I looked at a few places before settling with this one. It is a very nice one bedroom apartment. I love placing my key in the front door and hear the noise as it unlocks the door to my small, but perfect home. It has been so long since I have had a place to call my own, and I have missed having a home.
When you get engaged you assume that you will go straight into living on your own, making your own way through life, but it wasn't that way for us. For the first 8 months of our marriage, we lived with Cory's parents, which wasn't bad at all, They made us feel right at home, we had our own space, making one of the spare bedrooms our living room, but still, it wasn't my own. Then finally we found a very small apartment in Carterville, MO. It was very small, but it was home. Not to our liking we shared it with some cockroaches, who also wanted it to be their home. I would catch them under cups and wait till Cory came home so he could kill them. During the 10 months of our hotel living, I would have given anything just to be back to our crammed, bug friendly apartment. But I know that for some reason, and I don't know what reason that is, we were not meant to have our own place for very long.
Then Pryor was the place for us. Permanently. I almost didn't know what to do with myself. I had trained myself not to look at houses/apartments because it would just make me upset that I didn't have one. It was so odd looking at apartments, calling to look at them in person, and really actually thinking about getting them. It didn't seem real to me. And then Pryor Creek apartments came along. I looked at them first, and loved them, but not getting my hopes up. One day, unannounced Cory and I went over, paid the deposit, and application fee. The lovely lady let us know the next day that apartment building 1717 number 8 was ours, and we could move in that day. I could not contain my excitement! I was finally going to be able to be a proper wife! Cook meals, make the bed, do the dishes, hang pictures on the wall, decorate. I could not wait.
Unpacking was a blast! And thanks to Adam, Dawn and Mason Compton we were able to move Saturday, January 21. The day after we were told it was ours. Unpacking our things that we having seen in 10.5 months was like Christmas to me. And some of the Kitchen stuff I hadn't seen since the wedding, two years ago. I loved organizing the kitchen, choosing where everything goes. I can not explain to you the feeling of using your own things to cook with, and your own plates to eat off of, and finally being able to feed others, and having people over, and not being the guest anymore. I feel so grown up now that I have a home. I will go into the kitchen, just to look. It is my favorite part of the apartment, so big, so spacious, and it's mine. Cory laughs at me when I wipe down the counter for the 20th time that day, but I cant help it. It's something I haven't done since we were married. Our last apartment in Carterville had a foot of counter space. so we never used it. I sweep all the time.
I feel like I'm playing house. I was called into Young Womens, and we had a presidency meeting at our place. I made dinner for Kelly, the Y.W. pres. and I had never made this meal before, I loved opening my cookbook, and making this dish. and by the way, it was amazing! I don't mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot.
Anyway, you are probably tired of hearing about my love affair with my apartment, so I'll stop, but the point is: I have an apartment and it is amazing!
But enough of that. Thanks for reading, stay tuned, and remember that you are a child of God, and He loves you!
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