So, I guess I was getting a little too comfortable in my old house...getting to know my neighbors...learning to love the area...and getting used to the idea that I was just one of those people who loves to live a little bit out of town. I did love it...until I ran into a little misunderstanding with two guys who wanted either in my back door, or to steal my gas tank...either way, I said "no" to both options. I then, promptly, said "yes" to moving closer to town.
My new home is neither new, nor is it clean. Concerning the cleanliness: I can do something about; but, alas, the "newness" I am stuck with. I think that the constant reminder that "people hurt you, not cockroaches" is a helpful little phrase to hum while hanging out in my kitchen. I am, however, delighted to say that there are some guys coming to fumigate my house tomorrow, which will come none too soon! The only problem, thus far, are the constant sounds that my house likes to make to me at night when I am sleeping(and by sleeping I mean sitting quietly and listening to every sound I can possibly hear). Apparently, my house is completely unaware (or frankly it just doesn't care) about my desired 8 hours of sleep at night (and by now I am willing to settle for five), nor does it care about its own appearance as it seems quite happy letting its paint fall off of the walls and welcomes cracks with open arms.
All of this being said, I am sure that I will grow to love the place. With a little bit of paint and a little bit of elbow greese (I can't tell you how much I am hoping that it is somebody elses elbow greese)...the place should feel like home in no time! I am also thinking that it just might be time to get a puppy....I'll keep you posted.
My new home is neither new, nor is it clean. Concerning the cleanliness: I can do something about; but, alas, the "newness" I am stuck with. I think that the constant reminder that "people hurt you, not cockroaches" is a helpful little phrase to hum while hanging out in my kitchen. I am, however, delighted to say that there are some guys coming to fumigate my house tomorrow, which will come none too soon! The only problem, thus far, are the constant sounds that my house likes to make to me at night when I am sleeping(and by sleeping I mean sitting quietly and listening to every sound I can possibly hear). Apparently, my house is completely unaware (or frankly it just doesn't care) about my desired 8 hours of sleep at night (and by now I am willing to settle for five), nor does it care about its own appearance as it seems quite happy letting its paint fall off of the walls and welcomes cracks with open arms.
All of this being said, I am sure that I will grow to love the place. With a little bit of paint and a little bit of elbow greese (I can't tell you how much I am hoping that it is somebody elses elbow greese)...the place should feel like home in no time! I am also thinking that it just might be time to get a puppy....I'll keep you posted.
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Happy to hear of your quaint, cottage, fixer-upper. At least you will never run out of opportunities to practice being Martha...Should I send paint chips?
Our love, Mom and Dad
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