Memories of renting....

When Derek and I were engaged to be married, we were living in Euless, Texas. It's what I like to call the armpit of the Dalls/Ft. Worth area. Seriously, it's pretty ghetto. Anyway, we were there because Derek was selling pest control door-to-door to earn money for school expenses that up-coming fall. Since he was making more money than I was as a server at a local restaurant, it fell to me to locate our first married housing.

At this time, BYU's married housing had a wait list of about two years, so that option was immediately out. I scoured the paper (can you believe I actually used a newspaper instead of the internet?!!?--shows how long we've been married) for our future dwelling.

Let me tell you, in Provo, Utah, you can find some pretty crazy set ups. I've gone hunting with my cousin before and we found one apartment that looked like a bunch of hippies must've lived there because the bathtub was tye-dyed. Really, I kid you not. I found another place that I was ready to move into until my cousin wisely pointed out that there was a door on every single wall, therefore, necessitating placing my bed in the middle of the room. Another apartment was directly below a yummy, local restaurant (La Carreta) and was so small, I wouldn't have been able to place a couch against any one wall. I've seen a lot. I've lived in basements, apartments, condos and houses and now, it's finally time to move to our very first house.

We're supposed to close this Tuesday and I can hardly wait. Our house is chaotic with half of our stuff in boxes and the essentials still waiting to be packed up. I'm going to miss the people in our ward. It has been so wonderful to live in one place for three years and build some wonderful friendships. I realize that I'll still be able to be in contact, but I won't be able to see them in church anymore. A lot of you have already moved out of this ward and I already don't see you. It's sad to go, but it's also so exciting to think of the future.