My Life as a Band Wife

It’s day one of the Defeater/Touche Amore tour and I am sitting on my couch, in the great room, with my dog and my brother. This first night isn’t so bad, because the next show is a half an hour away from my house and I’ll be able to attend/bring my husband home after. Love that.

Though I have to admit that seeing Bridge 9’s tour kick-off tweetdidcrush my heart a little bit.

As you all know, we finally moved into our house on Thursday. Friday morning I went to town doing work for my client and then I went over to my Dad’s house so we could head to opening day at Fenway Park. For me, this is one of the best days of the year — I consider it the official start of spring and I get to spend the day with my dad, watching a game I have loved since I was little, including a team I have loved just as long.

Saturday morning I got an early start, enjoyed the view of my backyard and found a home for my oven squirrel (among other items received as a result of the wedding). I put so many hours into unpacking and there are still so many hours left to go.

We had breakfast at this little, hidden gem called Leah Mae’s. It’s, quite literally, like eating breakfast at your Great Aunt’s house — tea room included. The mismatched dishes line the walls and they pull them down from the shelves and stick them on the table in front of you. It was really cool.

Last night while Jay put together the tour binder, I finally got to test out my new tub. I had cleaned all of the bathrooms earlier in the day and believe me, the wine, the Nora Roberts and the soak were well deserved.

I can’t wait to share with you the contents of the “Basket of things you need but wouldn’t remember you needed.” For now, time to continue with the task of unpacking while my brother and the dog watch Cupcake Wars.

P.S. How pretty are those flowers?! My fabulous mother-in-law and stepfather-in-law sent them to us. I’m so worried I won’t be able to keep them alive. You guys saw my Bonsai tree (which is actually doing well, now).

(Photos from yesterday, from the top: UHaul — I’ve seen this before, but this time, it really is happening; Jason doing what he is best known for: working and drinking coffee; Me being psyched that this is the last night we will spend in someone elses bedroom; saying goodbye to the temporary studio)

I had considered writing this post last night, but realized that talking about class and moving in one post was a little bit senseless. Plus, I figured I’d be took tired to actually write a post after what is going to be the third most exciting day in my relationship with Jason (this day comes after getting engaged and getting married).

Now, I realize I have packed us up to get ready to move into a new house before, but this time, it’s official. I got the email today confirming our appointment to close on our first, brand new house.

!!!!

The only room that will be complete, mostly, will be the kitchen (but we all know I LOVE being in the kitchen, so, this is exciting for me). The rest of our furniture is either very old and has fallen apart, or is very cheaply made and as fallen apart. So we have a TV and a bed.

Thankfully, Target is in our backyard (you think I’m kidding or exaggerating) and time is on our side. 

I’m excited to be moving closer to my family, some of my friends and to be in a space that is all ours — for the very first time in our relationship.

But like the finale to everything wonderful in our relationship, Jay leaves for a two and a half week tour on Tuesday.

Seriously, the life of a band wife.

(Photo by silviu bondari)

When you’re little, and Christmas is a part of your family tradition, you eagerly count down the days until Santa will come down the chimney, leaving a mess of beautifully wrapped gifts beneath the tree. You lie in bed the night before, wide awake with excitement, wishing for morning to come.

Some of you may have lay awake, nervous that your behavior wasn’t quite acceptable enough and you’d leave your room in the morning only to find piles of coal awaited you.

When you get older, Christmas comes in different ways. The night before my wedding was like Christmas Eve, only I slept well, because I knew the outcome was one I could count on.

Lately, Jay and I have been waiting for Christmas to come in the form of a house of our very own. We lie awake nights and walk through our days anxiously waiting for Santa, who looks a lot like a mortgage lender these days.

With any luck, Christmas morning will come and we will be delighted to get the gift of being “all clear,” instead of waking up to apologies and reasons why we do not qualify.

These days, we live by holding our breath, with our fingers crossed.