It’s hard to believe that my last post was announcing that we would officially begin the process of moving into our very own magnolia home! Oh, how I have longed to spend some time writing about our latest magnolia adventures. These past few weeks have been an absolute blur and I’m honestly pretty proud of myself for not breaking into any (major) meltdowns. As Kendall had continued to ready our little studio apartment and the living space around it that we would be utilizing immediately when we moved in, I was away in our tiny little white walled apartment packing away all of our, for lack of a better word, crap.
It is absolutely unbelievable the amount of “stuff” that you realize you have when you are forced to pack everything you own into a million card board boxes. When our church’s small group from church came to help us move all of our things on moving day only six days ago, my beloved Breanna told me “Courtney, when I need to prepare for the apocalypse, I know whose house that I will be coming to for supplies!” I also got teased for the amount of pillows and picture frames that I had, but there’s no real shocker there.
Moving day was the day that I had dreaded for all of eternity, but since we had all of our willing new friends to help, it’s amazing how much more underwhelming the whole process was. The entire move went seamlessly and we couldn’t have done it without the help of our small group and our family. I think that between the whole lot of us, we all sweated enough to fill a small swimming pool.
Now that the apartment was emptied of all our furnishings, there was another dreaded task that took a lot of mental preparation for me to gear up for: cleaning out the apartment for the next tenant. Ever since we had bought our magnolia home, I started to hate our little apartment more and more because I knew what I would soon be living in, but just wasn’t yet. But as I cleaned out the apartment, it was as though I was wiping away all of our old memories. I couldn’t help but feel a little sad for leaving.
After all, this was the first apartment that I had rented on my very own when I started my job at the Chamber, much to my mom’s dismay. Literal dismay. She cried big tears of disappointment when I showed it to her for the first time. This was the apartment that Kendall and I would live in for the first time together and this was the apartment that we would together learn how to operate and function as our own little family of two.
This would be the little apartment with the little living room that I’d stay in all curled up on the couch waiting for my sweet new husband to get home after a long day’s work. This was the living room that we’d create little blanket forts in on a lazy Sunday afternoon when we’d rest and watched a movie. This was the living room where I taught our little puppy how to sit for the first time and then would make her do it repeatedly for Kendall as he sat on the couch and grinned from ear to ear at our latest accomplishments.
This was the little apartment that had the unbelievably tiny kitchen that I could clutter in a matter of seconds when I’d be attempting to fill any of my large cupcake orders. This was the little apartment that had the dishwasher randomly set in the hallway, so it felt like I had to walk half a mile just to load the dishwasher…. and this was the little kitchen where I triumphed and failed at trying our new meals for my picky Kendall as I quickly learned what his food limitations were.
This was the little apartment that had the world’s tiniest bathroom and where I learned very quickly that having our own bathrooms would be a necessity in our new magnolia home. This is the little bathroom that we would wash our little wiener dog in and practically flood as we would fight to get Susan cleaned up and dry without her shaking water everywhere. This is the little bathroom in which we’d bump elbows as we’d both brush our teeth together at night.
This is the little laundry room where I learned that we probably had three or four other people living in our house that I wasn’t aware of because there was always way too many clothes piled up in the laundry that didn’t make sense for only two people to produce. Here I’d learned that laundry was not my strongest suit in being a housewife. The amount of nights that I would have to set my alarm to wake up in the middle of the night to swap the laundry just so that Kendall could have clean clothes the next day were far too many to count.
As much as I grew to dislike our tiny little apartment, I couldn’t help but be thankful for the almost three years of comfort and shelter it gave me and for the lessons that it taught both Kendall and I. It may have had its quirks, but it will always be near and dear to my heart. As I made the final sweeps on those kitchen floors, I couldn’t help but wonder about the next family that would be living in my little home… As it turns out… I know the new tenant: my Grandma Lucy! Grandma Lucy just recently accepted the Spanish teaching position here at Hesston High School, so she was needing a place to stay during the week while she taught. I’m sure there will still be many a visit back to the little white-walled apartment as I now get to spend more time with my Grandma Lucy living in my new home town.
Even though I felt as though so many of my first married memories will fade away now that we are out of our little white walled apartment, I can’t help but be excited for this upcoming new chapter of our lives in our magnolia home. I can’t wait to fill our new home with even better memories…. The delight in being able to park my car in a garage for the first time, the delight of hosting dinner parties and not feeling like a can of sardines, the delight of being able to sleep in a king size bed since we actually have the space for it, and the delight of listening to our children’s little feet running across the hard wood floors… But I’m getting a little ahead of myself.
Our doors are open and you are always welcome…