We actually didn't hook up until several years later when Ben got back from living in Mexico for 2 years. I know this sounds super cheesy and out of a romance novel, but I knew the moment we saw each other, after all those years, that we would get married.
I asked him out (typical), and we had a great time. From our first date to the day we got married was 5 weeks. I know, I know. You are thinking, you are totally crazy girl!! Out of your mind! Only 5 weeks!! That's right.
So there we were, newly married, a small bank account, and nowhere to live. All this just a week before Christmas. We knew that Ben was going to go back to school, so we headed out of town and stayed with my grandparents who lived by the college Ben planned on attending. While he was getting into school, I was busy looking for a place for us. We had an apartment lined up, and were supposed to move in. But when we showed up with our stuff, the landlord told us the former tenants decided to stay (thanks for informing us!). So there we were, with a truck load of stuff, and once again homeless.
Then I got a kidney infection and became useless. What a way to start out a marriage! Ben took the initiative and found a trailer park that was renting one of its "units." While I was sick in bed, Ben went out, saw it, accepted it, and made the deposit all on his own. When he returned to report, he was really excited and thought I would really like it.
So off we went, to our new home. The minute I saw it, I wanted to cry. It looked like a tornado had brought it from Kansas and plunked it down in Utah. We went in. I think it had been built in the sixties, with the original linoleum in the kitchen area. There were no lights -- only one dinky one above the stove for the whole living room and kitchen. The walls had a bunch of holes from the previous owner's fist and what puzzled me the most was there were hand and footprints on the ceiling. What the...?!
It was two bedrooms. There were no doors on the closets, and only one bedroom had a door (the smallest one). The bathroom looked like a port-a-potty with a pea-green bathtub and sink. I was afraid to look in the tub, and when I did, I wasn't surprised that it had a huge hole where the drain used to be and the bottom was caked with a brown slime. Gives me the creeps just to remember it!
"So, what do you think?" my dear, sweet, new husband asked me. I wanted to cry. I looked him in the eyes. Instead of bursting out in tears, I started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more. I couldn't stop. The whole situation was so bad, that it was actually funny!
This was before Ben figured out my sense of humor and he asked me what was so funny. Why was I laughing? I said, "I am laughing to keep from crying! This place is a dump!" And I laughed some more... my sides started to hurt. At first I thought his feelings were hurt, and then he got it and we laughed together.
We bucked up and made that trailer our first home. We had our first pregnancy there, which was awful! I spent my 7th-9th months in 115 degree weather with no AC and swamp cooler that made all other swamp coolers ashamed to be related. I sat in that oven of a trailer surrounded by fans and was still roasting. Our couch was from the 60's, big orange flowers and all, and I had to roll onto the floor to get off. Good thing we had a TV to keep us company, even if the cable did turn out to be stolen and the people on it had green faces because it had been hit by lightening. Then we brought our new baby home from the hospital. It became a place full of love. We liked it. Good memories.
Then we got an offer to move into a 3 bedroom town home, with AC, two car garage, and 2 bathrooms. Let's just say, that as much as we "loved" our cozy little trailer, as soon as we got that offer any attachments we had to the place were quickly severed. So much for loyalty!
So we packed up our stuff, and said goodbye to our first little home... and never looked back.
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Well, friends, we are headed out of town tomorrow! Going down to the country to visit the family. Don't worry, we will still be posting, but with a western-ranchy-farm theme.... maybe. You'll just have to come on back and see!
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