In July 2015, Mr. Geek and I purchased our first house in my hometown in Central Massachusetts. We were over the moon excited to take the big step in home ownership.
We were able to purchase a house in one of the best family neighborhoods in the city. I’m not exaggerating when I say I dreamed of living here. This is also exactly what Mr. Geek envisioned for our first home: quiet neighborhoods where kids can ride bikes and play, a decent sized yard, and minimal traffic. It was also an ideal commuter location right off the highway and a new stop for the commuter line into Boston was just opened right by our neighborhood. You can also see the lights of our local mountain for skiing and snowboarding. It was incredible.
It only took 40 walkthroughs and open houses….yes, 40.
How did we get so lucky? How could we afford this? Our house needed some serious updating. Our kitchen contained the original 1960s Westinghouse oven and cooktop. Our bathroom had a bright pink bathtub and sink. Our finished basement had wall to wall red carpet and a basement bar—oh, if walls could talk.
I can only infer what the walls may say for the previous owners, but I have an idea of what our walls would about our time with our first home. As we prepare to sell our first home, I’d like to share some of those stories.
July 2015: The First Hour
We signed the papers. We were given the keys. We took the picture. Then everyone left.
It was a giant leap. We weren’t married. We weren’t even engaged. We hadn’t lived with each other before. We hadn’t lived with any significant other before. There were so many conversations with my family. I remember how angry I would get when they raised their concerns. But you’re not on the mortgage, how will you be protected? He hasn’t even proposed? What if it doesn’t work? What if you lose money? What will happen? What if…
I just knew I adored this man. I knew I had to try.
Mr. Geek and I stood alone in our home for the first time. We didn’t say a word. We just grinned back at each other. I kicked off my shoes, curling my toes into the ugly bright blue carpet we adoringly called “The Smurf Skin”.
Throughout our search for the perfect home, Mr. Geek and I kept singing Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young. I played the song on my phone. Mr. Geek offered his hand to dance. We held each other close while we swayed on The Smurf Skin.
Good Friends, Good Food, and Good Beer
A lot of sweat equity went into this home with plenty of help from our friends. With a low budget, many projects were compensated with what we could afford: food and beer.
Some of my favorite memories of our house were when we had no furniture or the walls were ripped out down to the studs. We sat on the floor, sipping our beers, imagining the finished project and admiring our work for the day. We were exhausted, but still stayed up laughing a little longer.
Our First Halloween, 2015
Since I grew up in our city, I knew our new house was in one of the biggest trick or treating neighborhoods.
We invited family and friends that don’t get a lot of trick or treaters. The yard was decorated with a light display, scary figures, and creepy music. We all brought food for dinner and made a party out of it. That year we got over 100 trick or treaters. It became a tradition these past three years and has expanded to bigger displays, more food, and a bonfire in the driveway.
October 2016: Our Engagement
Mr. Geek and I were celebrating our 4 year anniversary with a nice evening in. Mr. Geek was cooking dinner, I light the candles, put on music, and uncorked the wine. Little did I know, he was going to propose that night.
We sat at the dining room table enjoying our meal and Mr. Geek was extremely anxious. We were expecting a phone call that evening from the rescue organization about adopting Gronk.
I had no idea he wanted a dog so badly. He’s really anxious…
The woman finally called while our meal was still on the table. Thinking back on it now, he did rush through his answers.
After we hung up, we went back to our meal. Mr. Geek read me a poem he wrote and got down on one knee right in our dining room.
It is difficult to say goodbye to so many wonderful memories of our first home, but it is time to sell and pass it on to another family. We’re ready to make more memories in a new home.