Life lately: Home land

I’m already seeing back-to-school displays, and it feels like the summer just started. Hard to believe August here.

We spent May and June selling our south Seattle house and buying one in Renton, a suburb south of the city. Selling was no trouble as the buyers we worked with were eager and excited to buy our house, and they were genuinely nice people and easy to work with throughout the process.

The buying process, on the other hand, was just short of a nightmare. The sellers of our new house were unpleasant and difficult. After a few unforeseen complications, we finally closed on July 3rd and have been unpacking and getting settled ever since.

All that being said, we absolutely love this house. And more than just the house, we love the neighborhood, the neighbors and having a private backyard. Even the small annoying things, like the one toilet we can’t get to work in the very outdated bathroom, doesn’t bother me. I couldn’t say that about our Seattle house. No matter how updated the rooms became, there were so many things that just didn’t feel right: the flow from room to room, the layout of various rooms, that it was taking forever to fix up and update…the lack of neighborhood, community and yard privacy, among other issues.

But THIS house feels like–no, IS, HOME. The moment I walked in, I knew it. We were touring the master bedroom when I said to our broker: This is it. This is the house. He asked what about the house made me feel that way. “Everything,” I said. “The smell, the energy, the layout of rooms, the clean design, the mid-century bones updated timelessly. The yard.”

The yard was important because Maxine has so much extra energy to burn off, it provides her fresh air to do that. It provides her with a garden to meet fairies, to plant trees or fruits, to pick berries and apples and figs. It provides her a safe space to explore and pretend. And it allows us as a family a space to be outside more, to eat outside, to host outside. We absolutely treasure the backyard.

I’m sitting outside on the covered patio under cafe lights, listening to Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington. In the back of the garden, I can see the fairy house Maxie put out last week, with (LED) tea lights, to attract our flighty friends. Our neighbors are social but respectfully quiet. It’s truly a magical experience to live here, and I am grateful every day for the opportunity.

 

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Birthday 39

I turned 39 yesterday. I remember getting ready to turn 30, and my older/wiser friends told me that the 30s is really where it’s at. You know more. You do more. The sex is better. Seriously. They were like, You will love the 30s!

Turning 30 for me was a baptism of sorts. My 20s had been really difficult and challenging. There was a lot of bad dating. Bad jobs. Bad friends. Family drama. Some death (not related to the aforementioned issues). Interestingly–and thankfully, there was no heavy drinking or drugs, but lots of counseling. It took me almost the entire decade to get my shit together in general. So, by my 30th birthday, I was freshly graduated from college and hunting for that forever job, and that seemed like the perfect time to start new. My long-term relationship was ending, and while being unemployed and single at 30 sounds like a rough way to begin a new decade, I decided that it was going to be a new start. I really, really needed a new start.

It was a very optimistic time for me. I had a lot of hope that things would quickly look up and that I would start making better decisions for my life.

30th Birthday
On my 30th birthday with friends and family. L-R: Shawn, Munyaka, Scott, Me, Kari, and Nicole

And that’s how I entered my 30s. I found a job. And then an even better job not long after. I bought a new car. I moved into an amazing view apartment on the hill of a hip, busy neighborhood of Seattle, close to work and lived there for five years. I dated. I had so many fun adventures and enjoyed time with my friends. I really loved my life. And it only got better when I met my husband, got married, and had Maxine.

For me, one of the best parts of hitting these big milestones in the 30s is that I’ve had my fun. I’ve grown up. I know more. I have more life experiences. And those are things I take into marriage and being a mother. Besides that, I am WAY too tired to go drink with friends, or stay up late doing anything.

Sarah Morrow

Now that I am officially in my last year of the 30s, I feel qualified to say that, yes – it’s true: The 30s are so fun. I will walk away from this decade feeling refreshed and blessed. I am ready to see what the 40s have waiting for me next year!

 

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