Happy home anniversary to us! It feels good to finally remain in the same school district, school, and neighborhood after moving 3 consecutive years.
I remember when I first moved to Houston and lived in the Hoe Stroll, Bissonnet & Woodfair. It was a shock waking up and seeing prostitutes, drug dealers, and homeless people outside the apartment gate every morning. I remember telling my good friend how it was a great neighborhood as long as you stayed inside the gate.
I thought Donald was so awesome for wanting to visit me when I lived there. I use to tell him don't stop for the prostitutes 😂. Donald lived in a one bedroom flat (aka apartment) 8 miles on the other side of town in The Heights. He had a bed, futon, a couple towels and a TV. Nothing else really. I told him his flat reminded me of a trap house (he had no clue what that meant) and at the time I questioned his employment.
Fast forward 6 months later and my neighbors burglarized my apartment at 4 pm, with cameras outside the apartment, yet no one saw a thing. We (myself, Dylan & Danni) loaded up and moved in Donald's one bedroom apartment. We made it work and used the experience to determine if we could all cope living together. Eventually Donald's lease would end and we went hunting for rent house. It was hell at first because we were new to Houston, with sub par credit, Donald isn't a citizen and the places we wanted expected a double deposit because of our situation.
We didn't get the first house we wanted but the next day we found the perfect house in West University Place. Luckily we were fortunate enough to predict the house future. Just about every house around us was under construction.
We stayed there for almost a year and it was demolished a couple months after we moved into our current home. The home we live in now wasn't our first choice either. We lost our initial bid for that house and we was sad until we checked HAR that same night and found our dream home newly listed. Two days later after seeing it in person we decided to get it. The house was perfect and we imagined get married in the back yard. And 3 months later we did.
As you can see several times in our story we didn't get what we wanted at first. We started at the bottom and worked our way up together. It's not how you start it's how you finish and we haven't officially made our three year mark living in Houston. I am always excited about our future and beyond happy that I married a man who has went through the struggle with me, loves me and our children unconditionally and the feelings are mutual.