Our first day as homeowners was unremarkable. In fact, it reminded me a lot of our first day as a married couple…
…Fury and I got married privately on a Friday afternoon. It was just us and the pastor along the backdrop of Boston Harbor. Fury worked a half day while I got my hair done. In the afternoon, I picked him up from work, we headed back to our apartment, changed clothing, drove to East Boston, and got married. Then we went home, changed clothes, and went out for scorpion bowls.
We were married. Our lives were legally, financially, and spiritually attached forever, but nothing felt different. Nothing looked different. Nothing changed, but everything changed.
The same could be said about our first day as homeowners. Nothing looked different – we woke up in our rental, had breakfast, and went about our day as usual. Nothing changed, but everything changed.
Unlike getting married, this time something felt different. Our first year in Denver, we spent racing against the calendar. We were always trying to squeeze stuff in before my next trip to Boston. When the commuting stopped, we were moving into our next apartment and squeezing stuff in before our trip to New Zealand. When we returned, we spent four months aggressively looking for a home. Then we spent the last three weeks relentlessly managing the closing process.
Today, all of the phone calls, all of the emails suddenly stopped. It’s not that we didn’t have anything left to do, but the urgency disappeared. We weren’t racing to be the first ones to view a newly listed house. We weren’t racing to hit all of our closing deadlines. We weren’t racing to get stuff done before my next trip to Boston, for the first time, in a long time, we were just living on our own schedule.
It’s been too long since I knew what that felt like — not racing against the clock, deadlines, or cross-country trips. Just living. Sure, we are still living in the same apartment that we’ve been in for the last nine months. Although nothing has changed physically during our first 24 hours as homeowners (except I can use credit cards again!), everything has changed emotionally.
The word authentic keeps coming to mind. There’s a feeling that we can finally live authentically. We can build a home that works for us and how we want to live instead of feeling like our hands are tied by our lease or lack of permanence. I don’t know how long we will live in Colorado – maybe five years, maybe forever – but we plan to have this house for a really long time.
Readers of this blog know that I am a fan of the Marvel Comic movies – after all, my husband is referred to in this blog, as Fury, the fictional leader of the espionage agency S.H.I.E.L.D. So I would be remiss in describing this monumental moment in our lives, without a Marvel movie quote. I’ll end this post with a line from Magneto, handsomely played by Michael Fassbender in X-Men: Days of Future Past. Although Magneto’s context is a bit macabre, the line still sums up my feelings about becoming homeowners: A new tomorrow, that starts today.