It takes a lot of energy to move into your first home.
José and Sarah stood in their living room—well, what would be their living room once they finished unpacking the boxes—and surveyed the space before plopping down on the couch.
After getting married, the couple rented an apartment for nearly two years, during which they scoured real-estate websites, dreaming of a first place of their own. They saved and built up their credit so, when the day came, they could get a loan for a house. Now they were standing in a three-bedroom house they could now call home.
Their transition to home owners wouldn’t have been possible without natural gas and oil. Indeed, their new home wouldn’t have been possible without natural gas and oil – lumber, manufactured nails, roofing, siding, flooring and more.
As for the move itself, from the gasoline fueling countless trips to buy supplies and the massive moving truck to the countless rolls of petroleum-made packaging tape, and even the polyethylene water bottles they gave their friends who helped carry all the furniture inside, natural gas and oil played a crucial role.
By not hiring professional movers, they saved some bucks. It was a brilliant idea until the 20th trip from their old apartment down to the truck, when their biceps started burning and their knees protested with each step. The thought of unloading themselves it was nearly unbearable. So, they called in reinforcements.
Cassius and Brent, José’s buddies from grad school, showed up an hour later—after accepting a bribe of pizza and craft beer. While the guys unloaded the truck, Sarah pulled out her smartphone and ordered dinner. In the meantime, she directed traffic to ensure every box made it to – or close to – their appropriate room and kept the cooler full of bottled water.
The pizza arrived, and the beer was cold. The time had come for the foursome to relive moments that took place only a few hours ago. While talking through plans for the house, the guys provided design ideas that Sarah smiled off – no posters would be tacked to the walls in this establishment.
As the exhaustion from the move overtook each of them, Cassius and Brent headed out the door. But not before making plans to come over next weekend to set up the backyard.
Always organized, Sarah made a beeline for the box labeled “First Night,” with all the essentials – trash cans and bags, a shower curtain and towels, bedding, travel-sized toiletries, phone chargers, pajamas, and tons of snacks. José thought she was crazy for packing this box, but he was more thankful than ever it existed.
Following the best showers of their lives, the couple made their way – through a carefully constructed path – to bed. Our first home. It was finally sinking in for her. This was their first home, and maybe their forever home. Like a scene from a movie, she saw what their life could be like here.
Celebrating their five-year anniversary with roses and a candlelit dinner at their dining room table. Having the entire family over for the holidays. Bringing home their first baby. Building a treehouse in the backyard for their kids to play in. Watching their kids grow up into adults. Retiring when their hair is streaked with gray.
José’s hand waved back and forth in front of Sarah’s face pulled her out of her trance.
“Earth to Sarah. You zoned out there, babe. What were you thinking about?” he asked.
Sarah didn’t even try to hide the smile on her face as she said, “I was thinking about us, and about how excited I am that we’re finally home.”
Natural gas and oil: Powering the moments that matter.