We’re coming up on the one year anniversary of being in our new house and looking back on these pictures from our “transitional housing,” I hardly remember the 8 month season in my parent’s basement.
Quite frankly, at the ages of 31 and 32 we didn’t expect to be cramming ourselves into my parent’s unused, lowest level for a year. When we moved into our town home two years prior, we knew that it would just be for a season. Our goal was to get out of debt and then to buy our forever home in the country.
That was the plan.
What I didn’t expect was for my husband to come with this idea (OUT OF THE BLUE) to make a stop back at my parent’s in between selling our town home and buying forever home.