Of all the places we will ever live, you will always hold a special place in our hearts. You, my dear apartment, get to be forever remembered as our “first place”.
Tim and I were professional house sitters after we got married, watching over the houses of family and friends before our big move. We were quite grateful for the generosity of others during our time of transition, but after a few months, we were ready to have a place we could call our own.
As God would have it, you fell right across our path – in the best possible way, of course. Tim and I had two days to find a place to live and there you were, meeting all of our apartment desires. I know we originally signed up for your cousin, #223, but we are so happy things changed.
We appreciate the new paint and carpet and the new kitchen appliances are a plus, too! I appreciate your proximity to the fire department. That seems to be a trend everywhere I live and it has come in handy a few times. We especially love that you are within walking distance from The Kroc Center – perfect for winter workouts when snow makes running outside a tad too chilly.
Even though the toilet your back bathroom runs incessantly and the occupants above you must walk around with lead shoes, Tim and I love to call you home. We’ve actually nicknamed you Timily Place – I hope that’s alright…
I hope this can be a symbiotic relationship. We promise to spruce you up a bit, add some character, you know? Would you promise to help us be hospitable to others? Tim and I want to partner with you to offer relaxation, rejuvenation, and respite to others. Are you game? (PS – we like to play those. Have you heard of Fill or Bust?)
I anticipate your walls will absorb a fair amount of laughter, tears, joy, pain, prayers, conflict, love, tension, and excitement. Our goal is to crowd you with Christ. We want nothing more than to fill your nook and crannies with warmth and acceptance.
We don’t want you to harbor secrets or collect cobwebs. We want to throw open windows and let light in and shine our Light out. Please be patient with us in the process, dear #217. I am already praying you can accommodate all of our weirdness… Will you be flexible as we adapt and grow in this new season of life?
Again, we appreciate that your walls create a space we can call our own. Tim may not have carried me across your threshold, but we hold the matching gold keys to your door. You have been a delight for the past month, #217. Here’s to 11 more!