I want you all to be the first to know that as of this morning, Jeremy and I are the proud owners of...

A PLOT OF LAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We're buildin' a house, y'all!

It's that small plot near the pond and the playground in the neighborhood that I blogged about earlier, and maybe I have shared this with you already, or maybe I haven't (I can't remember), but did I ever tell you the story about my street names?

I haven't?

Well then!

When I first graduated from college and contemplated the idea of living on my own, I made a vow to myself. I promised me that I would always, no matter what, live on a street with a lovely name, and that if I were ever interested in a dwelling place that was NOT on a prettily-named street, I would walk away immediately.

My first apartment sat on the curve of Camelot Circle.

After Jeremy and I married, we moved to an apartment on Aurora Avenue.

We built our first house on Rose Lane.

Although the street name for this apartment is not something lovely like the other places we have lived, at least it's not a run-of-the-mill name that took no imagination on the part of the namer. (Plus, I've convinced myself that this one doesn't count since we didn't choose to live here and don't plan to stay any longer than necessary.)

The street name for the Yellow House was a BIG deterrent for me. The worst of all the types of street names, it was a numbered street like 15th Street or 23rd Street. How awful. I shuddered every time I thought of how my return address labels would look. My only consolation was the fact that since the house had such a looooooong lane, I planned to purchase a custom made street sign with the words Sunshine Way imprinted on it and have it posted at the beginning of the lane. That way, although my address labels would still be horrid, at least I could pretend that I lived on Sunshine Way. (I also planned to call the town's office and request that my street name be officially changed to Sunshine Way, but I did not hold out much hope that they would capitulate.)

But now, I don't need to worry. Our new house will rest on Bear Creek Pass. Isn't it just delightful? Images of stony mountains and blue skies and forests and berries and thickly-furred bears and rushing rivers full of salmon burst into my mind's eye, and I am immediately refreshed and exhilarated.

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5 Responses

  1. Rachel Says:

    I'm so excited for you. Maybe I'll get to see it next summer. I'd like to call you Sunday night if I could. After 10 sometime.

  2. Que Says:

    That is awesome! (Except for the image of the BEAR!) Just kidding. I'm glad things are moving in the right direction.

  3. hm i heard your house was going tgo be done in august or some thing like that

  4. Beth Says:

    THAT is soooo awesome!
    We are still looking for what God has for us.
    I'm sure it will happen.
    I had a dream about it last night where I was discussing a house with my mom and she said to make sure it had enough bedrooms just in case we adopted. (Not like my mom at all....)
    I can't wait to hear more about your house! Is it going to be yellow?????

    By the way, in a nearby town, there is a name of a street called "Cozy Lane." I was excited to find it one day and drove down it. I was so disappointed! There is a police station/town hall and ONE house on the corner. What a huge waste of a really cute name!!
    The last place I lived was Lynn Court which happens to be my middle name. I thought that was cool!
    Talk to you later!
    WHEN ARE WE GOING TO MEET???? I'd love to have Roger take a day off and drive there!

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