My very own home

We had a new house we could move into. It was a 3 bedroom stand alone home with grass around the entire house. I make a point of describing this because most military housing are duplexes or quadplexes. The house had a living room and a family room a garage and 2 1/2 bathrooms. I loved it. It was the first time I had had a home. We had lived in apartments and have had to share parking, entry ways and noise with neighbors. It was exciting to have something all to ourselves. 

The master bedroom had a walk in closet… That was the best! moving dat came and as all our boxes were put in their appropriate  rooms we started to notice something, that most of the boxes were marked for the toddlersroom. Hmm seemed a little unfair to me, I definitely needed to buy myself things. After the movers were gone the house looked empty. We had tripled our square footage and all of our things fit but there was too much empty space. We went shopping. First thing we bought was a couch. My last couch had been given to me by my mother and though I was grateful I wanted things of my own. Next thing we bought was a dining room table. I was so excited. I could decorate it to my likes. the only thing he wouldn't let me do was hang pictures. He felt that since this was not our permanent home we shouldn't get too attatched. Too late, I was already attached.