Doug and I married in the fall of 2003. With each passing anniversary we wondered, “Would we finally settle into a home of our own?”
I’ve made only two vows in my life. Both stemmed from the year spent in the condo that I bought, the one that was a money pit.
The story of Making a Home continues, with the adjustment from college life to working full-time, and living as a single girl in a one-bedroom apartment.
The first home that I made for myself was when I was a college student twelve short years ago. There was no dishwasher, no laundry, and of course no central heat or air conditioning. I loved it.