By time the next Christmas rolled around we’d moved
again. This time to what was truly a glorious
apartment. This one sat over the pool
maintenance and laundry room. In this
apartment we didn’t share walls with anyone, it was just us, no one over us and
no one under us, and the laundry room was closed at night. The only noise was from the pool below us,
and that closed too (to kids anyway) when it got dark. And the whole apartment was HUGE, gigantic
compared to the previous two. We got a
bigger tree that year and threw the office Christmas party. My Dad came again but I think my brother was
in the service then. Regardless, it was
a great Christmas.
And we moved again before the next Christmas came, this
time a big move. We left Texas in late
October for a new assignment in Washington DC, John was going to the
Pentagon. When we arrived there we
started looking for apartments and soon realized we were in big trouble… an efficiency apartment like the first two we
had in Texas would cost us $1000 or more in DC.
And we couldn’t afford that. A
friend said we HAD to buy a house, it was the only way to afford living
there.
So we bought our very first home. It was actually the very first house we
looked at too… when we walked in it just felt right to us and we didn’t want to
look anymore. But the realtor insisted
we look at more. I’m not positive how
many we looked at, but nothing compared to the first one, so we went back and
looked at it again and bought it. (I
just had a feeling it was OUR home)
We moved in the day before Thanksgiving and had
Thanksgiving dinner there… TV dinners sitting on boxes and using two boxes
stacked as our table. (We had a real
Thanksgiving dinner the next day in Delaware with family) Between then and Christmas we unpacked and
settled in, our car was wrecked sitting in front of the house, we bought a new
(used) car, I got a job at a fabric store, and we decorated for Christmas. We had family for Christmas and went home for
the Christmas party, and I got a puppy.
It was a wonderful Christmas! But something was missing.
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