Any house can be a home

While we were down in Utah for Christmas we went down to Provo to visit Uncle Clay at the fire station. After the visit I told Nate that we should drive by our old duplex from the college days. We moved into the duplex after we found out that Dallin was going to be joining our family. I wanted to live somewhere with clean carpet. That was ALL I cared about honestly. I couldn't imagine setting a new baby down on the carpet in the apartment we lived in for the first few months of marriage. It was brown, old and NASTY.

Anyway, we found this old duplex south of campus. It was in great shape, had a yard, a 2nd bedroom and the NEW carpet I was hoping for. The price was right and even though it was probably about 30 years old, I was THRILLED.

We made all sorts of memories there. We had BBQ's with friends, planted some flowers in the yard, did alot of dishes by hand because there was no dishwasher. I decorated Dallin's nursery there. I sat in front of the huge swamp cooler all summer while I was HUGE and pregnant. We did our wash in the kitchen (where the washing machine was) and took the clothes to the outside shed where the dryer was. Ahhh  yes, those were some good times. I LOVED to jump out and scare Nate when he would take the clothes out to the dryer at night. Bahahaha! I'm evil.

We brought our teeny tiny Dallin home there. We were SO poor yet SO happy.

ANYWAY........so we drove past our former home:

Holy crap. It looks like we lived in a crack house.