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Moving in
3:21 AM
Moving in

There's something exciting at the thought of moving in to someplace new. Its a big step, and a tiny bit frightening and daunting at the very beginning because of the unknowns, the thought of sharing that personal space, having someone see the nooks and crevices of yourself that you thought were hidden away or even unaware that were there. A bit nervous, resulting in that butterflies in your tummy feeling that makes you a bit jittery. But there's also that warm glow that you get from the thought of having someone to come home to, the satisfaction in sharing those previously unexposed nooks and crevices of yourself with someone who wants to know, and learning about someone else's nooks and crevices. The ties formed with someone whom you will now share so much with is indescribable. It’s a heady, fulfilling, and floating in the air sensation.

It all begins as a suggestion, an idea. Than when the idea puts down tiny roots into fertile soil, the questions and prospects loom pleasantly ahead. And that's where decision-making comes into play.

To move in, or to have a new one? To have another castle or an apartment? To live here or to live there? Where shall the new abode be? And what shall it be christened? What colour shall the walls be painted, or should they be wallpapered? Should it be curtains or blinds? What sort of furniture to get? Multitudes of questions flow through the mind and a myriad of answers and solutions array themselves. Suggestions tossed around in the air, double-checking done and finally, some decisions are made. The basic, fundamental decisions that form the foundations and without which, we wouldn't be able to move in at all.

And so, choices made and keys collected, off we set to see the new residence. Sliding the old-fashioned brass key into the lock, slowly twirling it. Hands on the door handle and on the wooden door slowly pushing it wide open. And a whole vista of possibilities greet and welcomes us as we take our first steps into the marble hallway.

How odd it would feel, opening your heart to someone you seemingly hardly know, but at the same time you’d trust with everything. The boxes have arrived, and left now in the centre of the hall, all manner of weird and wonderful objects within. They’ll need a place now, a place in this new chapter. Perhaps some old trinkets we’ll have to throw out, because they no longer belong here. We’ll keep whatever we can, and start afresh wherever we need to.

Think of how everything has changed. The box in the corner, the sofa under the sheets, the television set the movers are bringing in, the car in the porch. No longer yours. No longer mine. Ours. Everything is ours now. We’ll share all of it.

In this little place it’ll be impossible to forget. How could we? When it was for the purpose of remembering that we moved in. We’ll find a place for every photo frame, and every diary and journal, every gem and bauble, we’ll find the perfect spot. At the end of every day we’ll look to come back to this little haven we’ve found. And when you think about it, perhaps not so much for the little treasures we’ve stored in the cupboards, shelves, walls or by our bedside. But for the promise of the irreplaceable company that we find here. Your’s and mine. Our little utopia will be perfect. Simply because it’s ours.

A champagne bottle is popped, golden bubbly swirled into glasses. Hand in hand with matching smiles. A toast proposed.

"To us, our new home and our happily ever after!"

Written on Saturday, July 14, 2007; 3:21 AM

Flip My Past:
  • A perfect golden afternoon
  • Cracking wise wisecracks
  • A bottle of Watson's water
  • chocolate chip cookies
  • Red and white
  • Flickering lights
  • Numbering the ticking thingamajigs
  • Homecoming
  • Popping eyeballs
  • Its official!

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