I’m back. No, I didn’t get sucked into this unending hole of moving. At least I think that’s the light beyond the pile of boxes.
The house has been an experience that I wouldn’t want to repeat too many times in my life time. Like none. I have said that the next time I move, I will sell all my belongings and buy new things just so I don’t have to pack and move everything again.
I have nearly transformed every room in the house into how I envisioned it though. This involved plenty cans of paint and several small home improvement projects. When I announced that I needed help painting though, I learned that people have many things to say that all lead to them not liking to paint. Everyone stayed away. Everyone did show up to help move my belongings though. (I think if they would have known exactly how much I own, they would have volunteered to paint instead.) Much was said moving day about my apparent fondness for shopping. I don’t hear complaints when I pass things onto them though. At the end of the day, every box was moved into my house, but it didn’t appear as if there would be room for us to actually live with our things. I may like to shop, but I can also organize. Everything will always find a place… eventually.
The first day/night I spent in the new place, I decided to do something that I’ve never done in my life… cut grass. It was a matter-of-fact decision. It needed to be cut, and I’m the only adult living in the house. So I did it. No big deal. Well, apparently it is hard work and you should actually check on the amount of gasoline before you run out in the middle of the yard, but hey, no big deal. The next day I was sick…. my sinuses. Coincidence? Does it really matter? It’s not as if I can declare myself allergic to grass and stop cutting it every time it decides to grow. I’m still the only adult living here. It won’t cut itself for me no matter how many times I curse at the blisters I got from pushing the lawn mower.
Besides that, the house is great. I’m down to putting the finishing touches and only three boxes to unpack. I actually see a future where I’m living in it instead of moving into it, and that is a happy thought.
I didn't help paint (arthritis in my hands) but the thought of helping was certainly there. I did help Jessica move (again.) I will definitely help with the sell if she ever decides to move again. lol The house is perfect. She is down to just a few finishing touches and it will look as though she has always lived there. The grass cutting - I have to admit that I had a good laugh. As long as I've know Jessica - she has never cut grass and always said that she wouldn't cut grass. So, imagine the ribbing she got when she casually commented as I was leaving one day that she had to cut grass the next day. Of course - like any best friend would do - I made her repeat it a couple of times! (just so I could laugh.) So raise your glass and offer a toast for accomplishments to Jessica. Not just a house, but her first home. Congratulations! Jessica! Job well done.
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