I remember the day we found our house. We were fresh off our honeymoon, and we were staying at Ben's aunt and uncle's house in Rigby until we could find a place to rent. Ben was at work, so I drove to the address alone. It was Fall, and I remember parking under a giant tree with red and orange leaves. The door was open, and the landlord was showing a few people around. I loved it the second I walked in. It's an old house, probably around 100 years old, and it just had a charm. Wood floors, white walls, the most beautiful baseboards, and lots of windows. And then when I saw that a washer and dryer were included? I was sold. :) So I rushed over to pick up Ben from work and within half an hour we had signed the papers and the place was ours! We had no furniture and no heat, but we were so excited about having our first place that we decided to spend the night here anyway. But the excitement quickly turned to anxiety as I woke up several times throughout the night to different sounds outside; we could hear the train, people walking in the alley, and I was getting more and more scared. Ben had to work at 6am the next morning, and I needed the car to get the rest of our stuff, so we both got up super early and I drove him to work. On the way back, I got really nervous about coming home. It was still dark, and I just didn't feel safe. Then to top it all off, I accidentally drove the wrong way on a one-way street. Luckily no one else was there, but I was so rattled that I just started to cry. I worried about starting our new life together in Idaho Falls, and about whether we had made the right decision about the house. I didn't want to go home, so I drove to the temple instead, because I knew I would feel safe there. I parked right in front of the temple and prayed. I told God that I was scared about our house, and that I worried we had rushed into renting a place we didn't know much about. I asked Him to please help me feel safe in our house if it was safe, and promised that if I didn't feel safe, we would figure something out and find another place. I felt peace instantly. So I drove home, and as soon as I walked in the door, I felt safe. I was able to go back to sleep, knowing for sure that we had made the right decision about this house. And it's been that way ever since! Every time I shut the front door behind me, I feel safe, comfortable, and at home. We have loved our home on Sage, and we're going to miss it for the next four months. Packing up for New York today was hard, but we're excited to make another place home for a little while. We love you, Sage house!
R
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Lois Schultz
4/24/2017 04:55:48 pm
Wow! Love your story and all the cute pictures!! You and Ben were really blessed finding such a darling house, and you've really made it your own with all your tasteful decorating! Good for you. I had a similar safe feeling when we found our house on Albeck Ave. in Lancaster, Ca in 1989. I felt like it was home (for a while anyway). Our neighbor Bonnie, from across the street, turned out to be a great help showing us around town including our church building and the best stores. I ended up with her grandson in my first Ca 1st grade class, and ran into her recently after all these years down at the LA temple. I told her thanks again for making our move to Ca much easier and palitable ;)
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Rebecca
5/1/2017 09:48:33 am
Thanks, mom :)
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AuthorI'm R and he's B. We've been in love since we were teenagers, and now we're married. We're Mormons, students, and Californians at heart. This is our daily love story. Archives
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