21 Jan

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With our move a few days away, I find myself excited to get into our new space and sad to leave our little apartment at 313. It’s a pretty sweet little guy- it’s always flooded with light, has worn wooden floors, is three blocks from the beach and across the street from a big green park. It’s been pretty good to us these last few years. So much of our history has happened in its walls. It’s where Brian and I had our first awkward date. Have I ever told you how awkward Brian was in the beginning? I spent the first few weeks wondering if he even liked me. He always says he’s happy I stuck with him during that time. I saw potential! It’s where Brian first told me he loved me as we stood in the shower soaping our hair. It’s where we had our first and only big fight when getting ready for bed and I stormed out dramatically in the middle of the night to go back to my place. Then I got home and thought…maybe that was a bit much? It’s where we’d stay up late on the couch, listening to music, playing gin rummy and drinking booze, the game getting more heated and pathetic as the evening went on. It’s where we decided to take the next step in our relationship and move in with each other. A few weeks later, I nervously and excitedly unpacked my clothes, making 313 my new permanent home. It’s where Brian came home one night as I was cooking dinner and said, “I got the promotion at work“- we dropped everything and went out for steaks and martinis to celebrate. It’s where I woke up at 4:30 am and packed the car en route for the Buddhist monastery in search of answers and adventure. It’s where I accidentally dropped Brian’s toothbrush in the toilet and tried to cover it up quickly. When he caught me, we laughed so hard we cried on the bathroom floor. It’s where we cried from sadness on the couch after Brian’s grandmother’s funeral; the first terrible loss together as a couple. It’s where I learned how to cook. It’s where I got a call that a project of mine got fabulous feedback and we popped a bottle of champagne and celebrated on a school night. It’s where Brian worked endless hours to put together his first photography show– spread out on the floor framing each piece perfectly. It’s where I battled my anxiety issues and won (hopefully). It’s where I turned thirty. It’s where we celebrated our first Christmas together. It’s where Brian put a ring on my finger and told me that nothing would make him happier than if I became his wife- we cried on the floor after hugging and laughing. It’s where I’ve sat up countless nights writing at my computer. It’s where we sat in bed one night and excitedly hit “buy” on a ten day trek in Nepal; then looked at each other and said “what did we just do?” It’s where our story as a couple began. It’s the place we will drive by with our kids one day and say that’s where mommy and daddy fell in love.

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15 Responses to “313”

  1. barbarapotter January 21, 2013 at 7:38 am #

    Ahh, that was so sweet and full of love. You make me cry with love.

    • katemcclafferty January 22, 2013 at 4:54 pm #

      Aww, thank you Barbara. Your comments are always filled with such love:)

  2. Loni Found Herself January 21, 2013 at 7:28 pm #

    Lovely, Kate.

    • katemcclafferty January 22, 2013 at 4:54 pm #

      Thanks, Loni! Miss you guys! We must get back to dinner club in Feb:) I think it’s our turn right?

  3. Chantal January 21, 2013 at 9:23 pm #

    Perfectly written, and what a way to end, and begin a new life together in your new home, so much more awaits! And Yes, I was also in tears… I love you. Thank you for sharing your heart with all your readers, and giving us all the chance to be part of them, as you document each of your greatest memories and stories… Truly a gift

    • katemcclafferty January 22, 2013 at 4:55 pm #

      Thank you so much for this comment. I appreciate EVERY word.

  4. Melissa Chataigne January 22, 2013 at 8:35 am #

    So beautiful! So excited for your next chapter. xo

    • Erin Haslag (@WELLinLA) January 22, 2013 at 1:52 pm #

      Such a sweet story. 313 is the foundation for your life and you & B have all the time in this life to build on that foundation moving forward. (this post makes me think of the collective 15 places my other half and I have lived in or shared the seven-year span of our relationship… so many places have been home it’s getting difficult to remember them all!).

      • katemcclafferty January 22, 2013 at 4:56 pm #

        7! That’s amazing!! I want you to write it up so I can read about it:) xx

    • katemcclafferty January 22, 2013 at 4:55 pm #

      Thank you Melissa!!! xo

  5. rosie January 22, 2013 at 2:23 pm #

    1- you are the cutest
    2- love this post

    thank you for sharing- makes my day! 🙂

  6. Danielle January 25, 2013 at 7:53 am #

    Aw, Kate. I melt. I too have always been sad to leave old homes but at least you have those wonderful memories to take away with you. I hope you’re settling into your new place. God only knows the amazing things that are going to take place there 🙂


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