We lived that first year in a tiny yellow house, all brick, with a steep driveway. The yard was overgrown, long neglected, and the front stairs were rickety. We didn’t have heat, not because of a lack of opportunity but because of a lack of finances, and we spent those long winter nights huddled together under the quilt, watching movies, talking, or sleeping.
Spring came, and the whole world turned green. The house was set back from the road, down a hill and in front of a creek. The property was surrounded by trees and separated from the neighbors by bushes and brush. I awoke one morning to tiny bursts of green, a relief after seeing so much brown for so long. We slept with the screen door open, fresh air circulating through the house and providing us with solid nights of sleep and mornings filled with sunlight and birds. We traveled to his family’s farm for Easter, two solid hours of driving, our new puppy sleeping in the backseat. I met everyone that day, an overwhelming prospect even to the most outgoing of souls. I forgot everyone’s name and relationship to each other the moment I stepped away, but the food was good and people were kind, and with that combination it doesn’t really matter if names are recalled.
The summer was hot and long, bringing lots of bugs along with it. We killed roaches nightly, and it made me hate that little house. And when we got that problem under control our air conditioner went out, leaving us breathless and sweating, moving slowly from room to room, taking cold showers and lying naked under fans. We fought a lot, mostly because of the heat and the rapid way that our lives were speeding up to, leaving us fragile and confused, blinking in the new light of change. He told me he loved me at the end of June. Then his ex-girlfriend left that August for grad school, five states away. We fought bitterly the night he went to say goodbye to her, leaving us both hurting deeply, in different ways. But soon she was gone, and autumn came.
The trees lining the property turned fire-like when September rolled around. Soon there were no leaves left on the trees; instead, they all lived on our deck and front steps and on top of the cars, flying about in a blaze of glory whenever the wind picked up. He moved into my room in November, and spent Christmas at my house, braving my family, who prefers their holiday with a little drink on the side.
We left that little house in the last days of 2010, leaving behind a cold kitchen that we hadn’t used since the temperature dropped below freezing. We spent the whole month of December in our bedroom, the space heater on high and planning where to go next. We live in a generic condo now, where heat and air conditioning is included in our monthly rent. I love it here (no bugs) and so does he (better floorplan); it’s a step up from the little yellow house.
I miss those cold nights, sometimes, when it was just the two of us and everything was new. We spent the whole workday looking forward to going home, putting on pajamas, and climbing into bed with each other. It was a good start; something I think I’ll always look back on with a warm, happy feeling. It was the start of something good.
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