I've spent about 20 minutes total in our new home, if that. I've taken cell phone photos that I study and wonder, 'why the hell did I take that shot?"
For a couple of weeks I was certain the master bath didn't have a toilet. For the life of me I couldn't visualize where it was and I'd even gone to rationalization mode, convincing myself that the powder room outside of our bedroom 'must be it', and that it really wasn't that far away. 'We'll deal', I said to myself because seriously, if this is the extent of my worries than am I not the luckiest girl around?
Scrolling through those cell phone photos again, I spied the base of the toilet's reflection in the shower door. I finally answered that question and so it goes.
I'm studying the front yards of the houses in our neighborhood as we walk to school; noticing the pots and containers and what they contain. I know I look like a nutter as I stare at plantings and gardens, (sometimes taking photos), as I go about my day. I'm seriously obsessed with the succulent vegetation here. The whole desert and ocean terrain that we live in makes for interesting bed partners and I can't wait to do mix and match plantings for the terrace and front and back patios.
I know where our furniture will go, actually started space planning the moment I walked in the door even though I knew I shouldn't become so attached because real estate deals don't happen all the time, even with the best of intentions.
In my mind I'm decorating our walls with art work and I'm delighted that soon our kitchen will have space and light. No more cramped drawers and cabinets and a stupid 2 burner stove top that kills any desire I have to cook regularly. (The busted gas grill for BBQing that belongs to our landlords isn't offering any love either.)
Our new kitchen is a bit more flash than we are, but again, it's not a problem. There are more cabinets and storage than we have things for. To have empty cabinets...be still my heart! There's an atrium/glass window box that sits behind the kitchen sink. I can't wait to start an herb garden in tiny, colorful, pots that will flourish in all that sunlight. Not a bad view to clean up to and I know the fragrance will be heavenly.
I don't relish the packing again, cursing myself for knowing I'd be cursing myself for not saving the boxes from the move two years ago. I'd really rather not pay for them, so I plan to shimmy on up to the counter at Starbucks to find out when they get a delivery, (those boxes are sturdy!), and hound my barista friends for boxes.
We'll be moving in no time, even though this count down to our move date, (June 29th), seems so far out. Certainly far enough away for me to procrastinate the task before me.
I'm studying the front yards of the houses in our neighborhood as we walk to school; noticing the pots and containers and what they contain. I know I look like a nutter as I stare at plantings and gardens, (sometimes taking photos), as I go about my day. I'm seriously obsessed with the succulent vegetation here. The whole desert and ocean terrain that we live in makes for interesting bed partners and I can't wait to do mix and match plantings for the terrace and front and back patios.
I know where our furniture will go, actually started space planning the moment I walked in the door even though I knew I shouldn't become so attached because real estate deals don't happen all the time, even with the best of intentions.
In my mind I'm decorating our walls with art work and I'm delighted that soon our kitchen will have space and light. No more cramped drawers and cabinets and a stupid 2 burner stove top that kills any desire I have to cook regularly. (The busted gas grill for BBQing that belongs to our landlords isn't offering any love either.)
Our new kitchen is a bit more flash than we are, but again, it's not a problem. There are more cabinets and storage than we have things for. To have empty cabinets...be still my heart! There's an atrium/glass window box that sits behind the kitchen sink. I can't wait to start an herb garden in tiny, colorful, pots that will flourish in all that sunlight. Not a bad view to clean up to and I know the fragrance will be heavenly.
I don't relish the packing again, cursing myself for knowing I'd be cursing myself for not saving the boxes from the move two years ago. I'd really rather not pay for them, so I plan to shimmy on up to the counter at Starbucks to find out when they get a delivery, (those boxes are sturdy!), and hound my barista friends for boxes.
We'll be moving in no time, even though this count down to our move date, (June 29th), seems so far out. Certainly far enough away for me to procrastinate the task before me.
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