Friday, August 19, 2011

From heartbreak to hope

We had to leave immediately.

The invisible hand of regret had a grip on my gut. Squeezing. Choking. Working its way up to my throat where a lump had already formed as I fought back tears.

Then, a gentle hand on my knee. A finger, underneath my chin, lifting my face towards the sun once again.

"Let's just look at it."

I inhaled slowly, deeply. Then a sigh escaped my lips. "But, I'm just going to be heartbroken again."

His hand moved swiftly to grip my own. A slight tug.

"Only one look."

I shook off his fingers that were intertwined with mine. I turned and reached for the handle. And, sighed, once again. "Fine. Only for a second."

We walked, side by side, up the concrete drive. I did not want to do this again.

The opening of the door freed the distinct smells from inside. Paint. Lumber. Brand new carpet. With just one step inside, all my tension dissipated. Light streamed through the newly-installed windows. Every sound echoed through the emptiness.

"I love it. But... remember last time?"

I felt a touch on my back. "Don't worry about that now. Do you want it?"

Tears finally escaped my eyes. "Of course I do. But we felt that way last time. We were sent away."

"But, look!" he exclaimed, shoving a flyer in my hand. I saw the numbers emblazoned across the top.

I could not believe my eyes. "But... the price!"

He flashed me a toothy grin. "Yeah. So, do you want it?"

And that's when we realized. We were already home.

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dosweatthesmallstuff said...Best Blogger Tips

Hi Julie, found your blog through Write on Edge's Red Writing Hood.

Is this a real story? It's so touching, and I could really feel the tension in the beginning... which then slowly came into a sweet, happy ending.

You can find me blogging at my little blog called Do Sweat the Small Stuff ( I hope you'll get a chance to drop by and say hi :)

Katie @ Chicken Noodle Gravy said...Best Blogger Tips

Oh, man, I remember these feelings so well. The heartbreak and hope taking turns time and again. And then finally, FINALLY we were home. Great job describing those feelings of discovering a first home!

Stopping by from WOE :)

angela said...Best Blogger Tips

What a great moment captured. Is it non-fiction? It feels so much like a real memory! I love the sweeping change of emotion.

Cheryl said...Best Blogger Tips

A gorgeous house! It's so hard to find "the one" and you captured that emotion.

BalancingMama (Julie) said...Best Blogger Tips

Thanks, ladies! And yes, it is a true story! We love our home.

Karen said...Best Blogger Tips

I could feel your apprehension and loved the subtle touches propelling you further, up the drive, into the house, and to acceptance that you did want that house. So glad you got it! :>

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