Part 9- Another Move and Readjusting

Another Move
Finally, we were ready to put ourselves back together. We'd been in counseling, and had reached the point where our remaining issues were those that stemmed from living with other people, rather than in our own place. So, we started looking. We looked at ads for a week or two, and then found a couple of ads that looked promising. Jake called both places the same morning (a Monday). The first, we went on a walk-through. Maddy loved it. I did too. The second, wasn't open yet when we called, so Jake left a message.
They called us back, and asked if we could take a walk-through in 20 minutes. We were right down the street, so said sure. We went over for the walk through. Maddy wasn't with us for this one, because she had been acting up; so she stayed with my mother, while we went. It was two floors, and a basement. The price was right, it was in a decent area, and it fit all of our needs. We said we liked it, and wanted to fill out an application. The landlord sent us over to the leasing office to fill out the paperwork. We went over, and filled everything out. I asked how soon we'd know. The lady said that she'd have the credit scores and everything back by the next day, and to expect a call sometime Tuesday afternoon.
She called at 3:00 Monday, and said that the place was ours if we wanted it, and could we come sign the lease, and pay first months rent, and the security deposit at 1:30 the next day? We said absolutely, and had the keys in hand at 2:30 Tuesday afternoon. Wednesday morning, we brought over as much as we could in the car from our storage unit and my mom's until Jake had to go back to his parents' house to go to sleep (he works 3rd shift). Our first trip over on Wednesday, Maddy looked around and said "I hate it here. This was NOT my plan. This is NOT the house *I* looked at." I chuckled, and said "Well, kiddo... If you'd been behaving, you'd have been with us when we saw this house." Thursday, he had the day off. He borrowed his father's truck, and his out of work brother, and moved our bedroom furniture from his parents' house, and the girls' furniture from my mother's house, as well as everything else out of our storage unit. We slept there on Thursday. Friday, EVERYTHING was unpacked and put away. Saturday, decorating was done: photos on the wall, paintings and clocks hung, knick knacks put out, etc. We were all moved in.

Readjusting
It's been a few months (the move was in May). We still have our bad days, but then doesn't every couple? Maddy loves it here, as do the rest of us. It's been so nice having our own place. Doing things our own way, with no one to tell us we're doing it wrong, or ask us where we're going. I had a small episode in July, due mostly to the stress of trying to get into a routine throughout June. And now here I sit, typing out our story. I've come to the end of what we've been through. It's been wonderful, and horrible, and easy, and hard all at the same time. And I look back, and realize that tomorrow? Tomorrow I will have been married to this man for six years. And while the going was sometimes rough, we've gotten through everything together so far. I can only hope to remember that this is the man I chose, and pray for sixty more years to go with the six we've already had.


Oh, and in case you're wondering, for timeline purposes? The timespan from our first meeting to our wedding day is exactly six months and three weeks.