Home is wherever I’m with you…

Home. It’s not a mythical idea and everyone has a vision of what it is, but what actually makes one? To answer that question, I think that everyone must come up with the answer for themselves. I found mine one unsuspecting evening.

I think that best way for me to express my answer to “home” is to give an analogy that most people would understand. We have all gone away on vacation or a business trip or even a weekend away. Regardless of whether or not the time away was amazing or a complete bust, there is usually a point in the time away where you get this urge to return to some other place….usually that’s going back to where you live. It could be that you just want to sleep in your own bed with your own pillows and blankets. Or that you just want to access other different clothes or shoes. Or you miss the water pressure in your shower. Or it could be something as simple as the smell. Whatever it is that triggers that desire to “go home,” when you get back and are able to experience that thing (or things) that you missed, you usually let out a sigh of contentment or relief.

And it’s that sigh that defines “home” for me.

Only that sigh happened for me when I was away from my home  traveling overseas. Kind of backward right? It came when I walked into Dominick’s apartment after our first “date.”

[back story] That evening wasn’t supposed to be a date. I had asked him to get some coffee with me so that I could explain that I was in the country for only a few weeks and that there was just too much going on in my life at the time to be involved with anyone…not to mention that I was bouncing from one country to the next every few weeks. It was hard for most guys to accept, let alone someone actually living in another country. Oh well. We see how well that “let down” turned out! 🙂 [/back story]

Turns out that we shut down the cafe talking and headed back to his place for more coffee. Walking across that threshold, the feeling of contentment that rushed over me was unlike anything else that I had experience in my life. There was something about being within those four walls and knowing that he was in them with me that completely put my soul at ease.

And that’s when I sighed.

After almost 8 years of marriage and living in numerous apartments and houses, I still experience that sigh. The only thing that’s been a constant in all of those locations has been him.

Over time I’ve realized that my idea of a house is about having a level of comfort. It’s about knowing that we have the right items in our house that make it relaxing for us to be there. Regardless of the number of square feet or the location, having what we need is a wonderful feeling, but knowing that he’s within those four walls with me makes it a home.

And that’s why this blog is called casa logalbo. It’s all about our home and the random projects that I come up with along the way to get it to that comfortable and relaxed level that’s pleasing to us both.  Now about that tagline…

Some of you may know that it’s really a lyric and the song that it comes from. Others of you not so much, so here ya go. It’s called “Home”  (appropriate right?) by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros and part of the song goes:

Home, let me come home, home is wherever I’m with you
Our home, yes I’m home, home is when I’m alone with you

Yeah, it just fits.

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Ahhh the house. For me it was love at first sight. It was one of those homes that as soon as we walked in the front door of the model home, I could see us living in the house. I could image our stuff on the walls, our furniture in the different rooms, eating breakfast in the breakfast area, hanging out on the couch watching tv….and the list goes on and on. Needless to say, I was sold.

Maybe I should rewind a bit.

After spending almost three years living overseas in the smallest apartment I have personally ever lived in, we were in Northern Virginia for all of 3 days before heading out on a much needed vacation and in that time we had to not only find a house but to put in an offer…and start the waiting process. And so began our house hunting expedition. And it was definitely a “hunt”! We saw big ones, small ones, medium size ones, ones with weird layouts and rooms in strange locations, some with yards, some with a square foot of grass that were listed as a yard, town homes, single family homes, and condos. I don’t know how we crammed that many houses into 2 days, but with our fearless realtor, Betsy, leading us, we squeezed them all in. I should mention that this took place in September 2008. If you remember, that was the height of the housing crisis. Houses were a wreck. Appliances were gone. Holes were in walls were unknown items used to be attached. Faucets were gone. Door knobs were gone. If floors could have been torn up, they would have been gone too. And yet, these torn up houses were still over our budget.

The experience was one of the strangest things I have ever been through. After a 27 hour flight (with a dog), we were tired. After looking at those houses, we were overwhelmed. Exhausted. Disappointed. Worried. Basically two jumbled messes. Even with Betsy as our guide, we didn’t think that we would find anything that we loved…or even liked…but we had to keep looking. We only temporary housing for so long and we were expecting the house buying process to take a while. On day 1 we did find one house but after putting in an offer, the family decided to rent it instead of selling it, so we were back act square one. Thankfully neither one of us were completely sold on the house, but it was the best one that we had seen and we were both ready to just cross “buy a house” off of our list. Settling is not always the best option people!

As we moved into the afternoon of day 2, we followed Betsy as she made a left into another new development. While I wanted personality. Dominick wanted new. I wanted a fixer-upper. Dominick wanted finished and turn key. The more we looked, the more the “to do” list grew and called for skills that were way out of my reach. I knew that this wasn’t the battle for me so we started looking at the model homes and apartments. It’s amazing how dejected a sad broken down house can make you feel! Model home after model home we toured. Blah and bland with builder grade items. Exciting stuff I tell ya! </sarcasm> The model homes were nice but they just didn’t have that warmth that I was looking for and the layouts didn’t suit Dominick. That was until Betsy mixed up a right and made a left.

We walked through the front door of one of the last model home we would tour and it just felt like…home. I was done. Dominick still wasn’t convinced. There were issues (price being one) but everything was minor. We saw a few more models to compare layouts and budgets, but we kept coming back to that one model in particular. It must have been kismet because as we were talking about what really was included in the 50% off finishes sale, I got a phone call and got offered my job. We were no longer a one-income family! It was almost as if  everything lined up. Planetary style yo!

As evening fell on day2, we were signing off on the paperwork, eating pizza, and picking out finishes, appliances, carpet and flooring, anything else that fell under the 50% off sale (read: mama went shopping like she was on DIY Network’s Blog House!). It was whirlwind. We didn’t have time to second guess our choices. We just went with what we liked best. It was quick and dirty, but we really didn’t have time to wait. We had to be in Florida in 2 days to catch a cruise leaving the Port of Miami! So we signed on the dotted line, er lines. Crossed all of the t’s. Dotted all of the i’s. And then decided the next morning that yes, we did want that fireplace after all! Scurry, scurry, scurry to update all of the paperwork and then we were off to start our road trip. And that, ladies and gentleman, is how we ended up in our house.

And the best part? We still feel as if it’s home and the best house for us. No seriously, we will still make comments to each other about how much we love this house and compare it to things we see on House Hunters and Property Brothers. Well, to be honest with you, I do most of the HGTV watching in this house, but every so often, I do get a hold of the remote and Dominick will give in and watch with me. But seriously, we love this house. It’s way too much for two people and three flights of stairs was waaaay too much for me when I had my knee surgery, but we still love it. And our neighbors are pretty wonderful to boot!

Fast forward to the present and we’ve been living in and with the house for quite a while. Okay 5 years and almost 7 months if you really want to know. I’ve sat in every room and thought about how I was would make it my own and what I would put where. I’ve spent countless hours reading blogs to get ideas, roaming the aisles of Home Goods to get inspired, and even painted a few rooms. I am not even close to being done with my list, but recently I decided to pull on my DIY gloves and tackle a few ideas that have been rolling around in my brain. It all started with a kitchen backsplash and a lot of convincing Dominick that yes, I actually did know what I was doing (thank you YouTube gods!), but it really is all about just getting started right?

So welcome to casa logalbo…established in 2008 and built on lot 747.

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