I told him to either move us to a loft downtown where we would bump into homeless people or out in the country where we would bump into horses. We landed the latter.
The Saturday following our college graduation we got married in a living room, surrounded by our friends and family while tornado-type winds swayed our “plan B” tents back and forth.
Three months after that we moved across the state to downtown Memphis, just minutes away from the med school and a day’s drive away from everything we knew as comfortable.
Four years later we crossed the Mason-Dixon to our first purchased home in Ohio and 7 years later he is emerging an internist, a pediatrician and a specialist in adult pulmonary/critical-care. And just like that, a job he couldn’t turn down landed in his lap and much to our surprise we’re returning to the city where we were both born. The city where we attended the same high school, grew up in the same college and where we’ll be moving into a home on a bit of property (where we did in fact run into horses upon our first visit (or more so, the horses from a distance and their hefty fertilizer close up)).
The house we bought had shockingly been on the market for a year before we first visited it. I can only assume it was because of the train track that sits just 50 or so yards off the south side or the mix of way too much furniture with shiny brass light fixtures. Or maybe (most likely), it was because it was always meant to be ours. It’s weird to think that the house we brought our babies to for the first time post-birth won’t be the house they’ll remember. No, this is the one they’ll remember… their “first” home…
I fell in love with all the wood and its quarks (hello fruit tile in the kitchen and garage door in the basement!), but mostly I fell in love with the quiet.
The night we closed on it we went and bought beer, just the two of us, and went to the house where we sat on the front porch and listened to the wind in the trees. I know it sounds cheesy, but I’ve decided that sound truly is the most relaxing sound in all the world.
We officially pack up and move in 3 weeks and I’m battling a myriad of emotions. It won’t be easy to say goodbye to Cincinnati. But Knoxville…. the little city with really bad restaurants and mediocre shopping, sitting at the foothills of the beautiful Smoky Mountains, houses both sets of our parents, brothers, sisters and a slew of friends. The day after we closed on our house we invited our friends and families to come over to see the house and eat dinner. There were over 40 people (adults and offspring) there that night. That’s why returning home, even though it’s something I really didn’t think we would ever do, has left me giddy with anticipation for what’s to come.
Community as taken on a whole new meaning now that I have children.