Hi all, my name is Britt and I brain dump over at First Comes Love. I’ve been reading Megan’s blog for some time now and I was so happy to guest post for her!
Over the past year, I've had quite a bit of “firsts” – I got married and my husband and I bought our first home together. Now, we've been happily navigating the first few months of marriage and it’s been so
wonderful. But that’s not the point of this post.
Megan loves fall, so what better topic to write about than what I love about fall? I think it’s safe to say
that everyone loves this season. It’s wonderful to drive the winding roads littered with colorful leaves or even to just feel cold after the blistering heat of summer. I relish the first time I pull on boots and a light
jacket. The air smells better – I personally am a fan of burning wood piles/leaves – everything is pumpkin
flavored and it’s the precursor to my absolute favorite holiday…Christmas.
This year is going to be really, really special for us. We closed on our current home the day after Thanksgiving last year, so by the time we moved in, there was snow on the ground. I remember feeling for a while like it wasn’t real – like the place wasn’t ours. There was that short span of time where you feel like you’re house sitting and slowly learning all the weird quirks, noises, and personality pieces.
There’s the overwhelming ZOMGDECORATE feeling as you stare at all the blank walls, mind spinning
with ideas but at a total loss of where to start.
There are weeks where your favorite sweatshirt still looks odd slung over that chair or you can’t find any
of your proper pots & pans because you’re trying to remember where you put everything. The walls are
now full but it’s still not quite home.
All the tiny trademarks of you are there but the feeling is still evasive. You feel almost guilty about it
because you love where you’re living.
But then, we turn the corner. Maybe it’s because the dust finally settles but all of a sudden, avoiding
the squeaky floorboard in the middle of the night is instinctual. You know the exact schedule to run the dishwasher and the washing machine with enough hot water to take a shower. The gas fireplace isn't so scary since you can actually work it without your husband’s help. All of a sudden, that place you used to call home? It seems like a distant memory.
We still have so much we want to do to our home, especially now that the feeling of home itself is with
us. This house will see so many amazing things and hold so many memories for us. So, this fall is extra
special, as our first in this home and as a married couple.
We spend the time daydreaming about all of the wonderful things the future holds but meanwhile, this
fall is inching its way in. And with it comes an overwhelming urge to cozy us into this home – to organize closets, put the warm, comfy sheets on the bed, and tuck us until this brand new season that we can’t
wait to fill with homemade apple and pumpkin pies, hot chocolate, and long wind-swirled walks.
For us, fall is the sign of new beginnings – firsts.