My Dearest First Place

by Stephanie Hurd in Uncategorized
July 24, 2015 1 comment

Dear first place I ever moved into,

I know I was a slow bloomer. I even moved into you on sore terms literally. I had injured my neck and couldn’t move without help.

On the first day living on my own, I thought I saw a burglar (really was just my roommate). I was scared and alone feeling. I never thought I could be on my own. I never thought I would make it when my roommate left, but I was okay.

My mother helped me organize my things in the cupboards. I thought things were looking up. I knew I wasn’t alone.

My brother-in-law moved in after that. He was almost a relief because I was and am the worst organizer on earth. He vaccuumed more than I even thought of, he did the dishes. Although he ate a lot of food, I was grateful for him. It was hard to let him move into the basement. However, my first place, I did let him move down into my place.

Months passed. I was on my own, living on a budget made for me by my step mother.  My friends sugguested I get a roommate as the rent was too high; that was Mary. An angel in disguise who was very patient considering my ADHD. She helped me with my problems and I with hers. I loved her to death.

She dealt with my ups and downs as I met my now husband, Michael. We had our first kiss inside my dearest first place. I rubbed his shoulders and kissed him.

She had to leave as she couldn’t afford the rent anymore. It was a hard day. A hard time in general. Michael and I had broken up. I was all by myself. I wanted to be with my husband but certainly felt a void in my heart.

Downstairs, things weren’t much better. My brother-in-law took off for BC. My brother got a new roommate (Although didn’t spend much time here either) .

Kristina was my friend and her dog brought me much joy. I walked him. I talked with her. I exercised with her and cleaned with her. We had girl time and for the first time in a long time I felt like I had a sister again.

So no Mary…I continued to have house parties and dinners with people.

Kristina my friend who was faithful and one of my best friends always coming over to helpp me by talking to me while I cleaned.

A roommate moved in with me, Valerie. For once, I was the one who had to be very responsible  (Well most of the time) on a whirlwind ride that was most frusterating. I paid for it in the end. I paid for a lot of things with this one. I also learned a lot of lessons, things aren’t always as they seem.

I tried to date a good friend, Johnathan and…well, it wasn’t right. He was a rebound who was very kind and patient with me. As well as very understanding.

Valerie left my house. I was alone once more…or so I thought.

Actually, as she left so created room in my very fist place. We married January 21st 2012. As we couldn’t set up music at our wedding, we danced in the livingroom to: “A Thousand years” by Christina Perri. Although my father didn’t get a first dance with me I knew in that livingroom my husband was and still is my strength and my all.

We went through many things together house. Cutting myself, getting sick and having meltdowns. Writing each other love letters and being apart. And making replacementsfor when he wasn’t around.

First Christmases together. First birthdays, Valentine’s mornings waking up together.

That’s not all I did in you my very first place.

Learning how to knit again and learning how to paint for the first time. Imagine all the joy I had painting in the kitchen, livingroom and the on and off spare room.

I wrote my first blog article in this, you wonderful first place.

I have had laughs, cries and joys in you.

I was scared in you.  thinking how I could never live on my own. I thought about how inept I felt. Now I know, you made me stronger. Your ups and downs, all my firsts finally paid off in the end. Because guess what? Without you I would have learned nothing.

I am thankful I left my Dad’s house, got on medication and became responsible.

I will never forget all the lessons you have taught me.
Love always,


1 Comment
  1. So sorry I missed it!! These look beautiful. I can’t wait to see more. I ended up shooting for a solid two weeks in and around NYC, so I couldn’t have made it, even after the wedding. Next time! Welcome home, bella!

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