It’s my belief that you haven’t lived — or truly experienced the joys of marriage — until you’ve had to have your spouse paged at Home Depot.
Let me back up.
When Matt and I were first married we moved into a home that needed a bit of work. In trade for a significant discount on rent, the owner of the home let us dig in and try our hand at home renovations.
We (mostly Matt) removed wallpaper, painted, repaired drywall, built a deck, replaced shingles on the roof, installed a new garage door opener, finished off a bedroom in the basement, replaced light fixtures and switch plates and so on.
When it came time to buy our own home, we were pretty much set on the DIY projects. When Matt walked into the first new build we saw, he was sold. There were no walls and the electricity wasn’t on yet, but Matt saw in his future weekends spent watching football as opposed to engaging in manual labor. I had to agree with him. And almost two years later, I believe it was a very wise decision.
One issue. We are a tad bored. Going from an endless list of home improvement projects to zero is weird. But as any homeowner knows, it doesn’t take long to find something to improve.
I have done a few small things, but nothing that warranted a real Home Depot trip. But then this summer, genius struck. We are two people in a three bedroom house. We are two people with a lot of clothes and shoes. Those dream closets you see on TV? Well, I could have my own version. Why not? I work hard! My better half is handy! Bring on the closet!
And so to Home Depot we went. Entering the store was like being reacquainted with an old friend. The smell of lumber, the concrete floors, it was all so familiar. Only this time, it was better. Instead of picking up life essentials — like faucets and flooring, I was able to waltz over to the custom closet department.
As I stood gazing at all of the lovely closet pieces that could be mine, I realized I had lost Matt. Thirty minutes of searching later and without my cell phone in hand, I had him paged. Turns out he was experiencing a trip down memory lane and came running out of the hardware aisle.
We got back on track, bought our supplies and by the weekend’s end, I had the most beautiful shoe closet a girl could ever dream of. I also have the understanding that even those with new homes, should make a stop into Home Depot every once and awhile. If nothing else, it’s just a friendly reminder of how good we have it.