I feel like we get lost in the forrest of life sometimes and forget to stop to look at our trees. This thought popped into my head today while doing laundry of all things. I was frustrated because our washing machine sometimes gets a bit confused and won’t start until you unplug it and let it reset. I was thinking, “I cannot wait to get out of this tiny apartment and have new things that work when and how they are supposed to.” But in the moment after that thought, I had somewhat of a revelation. These are the times that we will remember.
These are the moments, the quirks of life, that Jeremy and I will look back on fondly. When life runs its course and we’re smack dab in the middle of complexity and controversy, we’ll look back and smile at the memories of broken washing machines and tiny apartments.
We catch ourselves at times getting caught up in wishing for someday. What we don’t realize is that these little, seemingly insignificant moments are just as important as someday. This tiny apartment with the broken washing machine has been our first home together. It has been the stage for goofy dances, and the walls hold words from deep conversations spoken late at night. We have dreamed together and loved together here. We have fought and made up here, and we have learned hard life lessons here. This small home is seeping with special moments that I want to hold onto forever.
Soon Jeremy and I will be making another big move to another unfamiliar town filled with unfamiliar faces. We’ll move into an unfamiliar home with walls that hold memories made by previous residents. A home that will not yet feel like our own. Jeremy will start residency, and those late night conversations and kitchen dance parties will happen much less often. Life, like it always does, will take over. So when you find yourself frustrated by things like broken washing machines, remember what that broken washing machine stands for. For me, it stands for our beginning…where we came from.