Finally. Finally. The light at the end of the tunnel is not a mirage, and it’s not a lit cigarette butt. I can see the world outside and it looks miraculously like a 3 bedroom house with a fenced in backyard and a washer and dryer.
Sure, we’re just renting, but I’ve got a feeling that this is going to be Home. Perhaps, maybe, a home that we will live in for more than . . . gasp . . . a whole year!? Now that would be pretty awesome. We still probably won’t be back in the big city for another couple of weeks, but that’s not a big deal. It’s happening, it’s official, and I am so incredibly happy.
I’ve got plans, guys. Oh, I’ve got plans. These plans involve the reinstatement of a beloved weekly outing with a friend, cooking an enormous dinner for my aunt and uncle, many playdates for Charlie (and me), and the most EPIC KARAOKE REUNION EVER.
The other plans won’t be nearly as fun, but they will definitely be rewarding. Having a house means that we will have room. We won’t need to stuff our closets so full of crap that we don’t know where anything is anymore. With a good amount of work, we’ll be able to have a very effective, functional home. That sounds super boring, but for someone as disorganized as me, I am really looking forward to not being a crazily scattered lunatic. (We’ll see how that goes.) A house is going to be a lot of responsibility in terms of keeping it clean and organized, and I don’t know if you know this about me, but I am not the Queen of Motivation when it comes to housework.
All of this sounds ridiculous to be thinking about, but Paul and I have only ever lived in apartments. We’re going to have a lot more space, and I want to use it well. If any of you are super-organizers, I’d love to hear any spectacular tips you’ve got stored up in yo’ brains.
I’ve also got a new plan of attack forming in my brain for decorating. If you’ve been reading for awhile, you know that I am decoratively deficient. For some reason, I always buy a group of stuff all at once, try to make it look the way it does in my head, get disappointed, and give up. This usually results in 23 spray-painted picture frames sitting in various “I-swear-I’m-going-to-finish-it” places around the house. This time, I’m going to be a collector. Going for a general theme doesn’t seem to work, so I think it’s time to just find stuff I like as I go along and see where it will look good.
Thoughts? Is that a terrible idea? Or . . . is it brilliant?
Do you guys have any moving-in tips for us? Anything to help keep us organized and sane would be ideal. 🙂
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be jumping up and down repeatedly while spinning in circlesand singing something peppy from the 80’s. Let’s all hope I don’t puke.
Who am I kidding? I’m so happy right now, I’d probably just grab a mop and make up a catchy jingle about cleaning up puke.