“A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Home has always been Glastonbury. It’s where I learned how to ride my Little Stardust tricycle, where I cut down and decorated every Christmas tree, where I cooked my first Sunday dinner (that chicken was one overcooked bird), and where I learned to drive my mom’s Toyota )with her white-knuckling her seat). It’s where I met Eric over a four-hour dinner (he didn’t judge me for how much food I ate!), and it’s at the same restaurant where I celebrated my dad’s retirement and felt time moving faster than I wanted it to. It’s where I packed up my childhood room into boxes and helped my parents move into their next phase of life.
And it’s here too that I moved just a few streets down to a tiny 650 square foot apartment with Eric. It’s here that he proposed to me on our first night, over unpacked boxes and Bolognese (he hid the ring in his sock, the sneak!). It’s here that we made the decision for me to leave the corporate world to build Tastefully Grace. It’s here that we lived through a global pandemic, taking walks and scenic drives to stay sane. It’s here that I filmed my first national TV spot (and felt like a boss!).
My heart is running absolutely WILD with emotions because this is my last week in Glastonbury.
We are MOVING! We bought a freakin’ house!!! I’ve never signed so many documents in my whole life…am I buying a house or selling my soul?
Eric and I bought our first house in the Greater Boston area. It neighbors some of the most quintessential New England cities, a true foodie’s paradise, close to my family, and not to mention my office (the kitchen) is SO beautiful. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It’s my new TV set, my new laboratory, my new creative zone, and the new heart of our home.
I’m packing up my kitchen today which is making it feel very real. Do you know the feeling of deep sadness and butterfly excitement? Can you hold my hand?
“A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson.
It’s time to go home!
First night in our apartment! AND the night he proposed!
More quarantine footage…LOL