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Zoe Sandvig Erler's picture

Coming Home . . . Almost

At midnight on July 24th, Michael told me to close my eyes and guided me gently up the steps into our first home as a married couple. The house on Julian Avenue was built more than 80 years ago and Michael had been living there for three years as a bachelor before we got married. But now it was ours and it sparkled and shone with several new coats of paint, a brand new couch, white flowers in vases, and my mother’s expert decorating touch covering almost every square inch of the now “ours” urban bungalow.
We spent the remaining week of our honeymoon opening wedding gifts (actually we were done with that by 3 a.m. on July 25th), stocking our refrigerator, and generally gazing around at a future of joy within our new walls.
For the first time in 10 years—after four different addresses and at least a hundred rent checks—I finally felt like I had come home.
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