When I moved out of my Mom’s house, I was 17 years old. And before anyone says wow you are lucky or wow that was really young, let me add that that I moved literally two houses away. Growing up in a really small town gave my Mom the chance to own more then just her house, so when it was time for me to move out I got to live in one of them. Next door to Mom’s house was my Grandma and one of my cousins and his family. On the other side of them, the houses my Mom owned.
In true teenager fashion, I moved out when I got mad. There was an argument about something, probably because my brothers got away with everything but as the oldest I didn’t, who knows (whoa, passive aggressive years later much?). So I grabbed the clothes from my closet, threw them in the trunk of my car and backed down the street (I remember doing this!). Obviously it wasn’t a huge family fight as my Mom didn’t stop me!
We got furniture on sale or clearance and picked up other things along the way. And my Grandma contributed to my house as well. One day when I stopped by she gave me a few things for the kitchen: a measuring cup, set of measuring spoons, an ice cream scoop and an egg slicer.
I’ve never used any of them. Once I got married, I started hanging them up in the kitchen wherever we lived. I like looking at them, they remind me that you don’t really need too many things to get started.
This is them hanging in the current house we are living in. The picture of the bridge is the Cooper River bridge in Charleston, SC. It’s a great picture because it’s the old bridge and the new one.