First anniversary, first house

Okay, this blog is a complete departure from my earlier ones. I have always made it a point not to write anything personal and only be a ‘commentator’ on the happenings in the world, or so to say. But I couldn’t resist this digression.
People revel in their ‘firsts’ — first step, first day in school, first crush, first baby, etc. Marriage is ‘ideally’ always for keeps. So there can’t be firsts here. But yes, there is the first anniversary... and here I am, eagerly awaiting that day to celebrate with my love and loved ones! Here, I have got mixed feelings — on one hand, I wonder how time passed so quickly. And on the other, it feels like I have been married for ages.
And then there is our new house — our very own first house! We will almost complete a month of our stay here. This house has lent a certain positivity to my entire being that is very difficult to express.
I had always wanted to celebrate our first anniversary in a house of our own! And guess what, my wish has come true!
I’m totally head over heels in love with the house! Can’t stop gushing about it. Two years back, if anybody would have told me that I would be happily married or least of all, have a house, I’d have laughed out loud. Things happen when they are slated to happen, and (as a friend of mine says) when you want them to happen. Paulo Coelho got it right when he said: When you want something desperately, the entire universe conspires to help you get it.
At the risk of sounding weird, I want to express my gratitude to all my loved ones and well-wishers for helping me reach where I am, at the moment.