Oh, hell. How we have owned this house for almost a month is beyond me. By the looks of things I doubt you would guess that. Things are still super discombobulated. (I spelled that correctly the first time, and I feel like everyone should know that.) We still haven’t sat down for a meal at our actual dining table. There are boxes on boxes on boxes everywhere you look. I don’t know how we came to own so much stuff, you guys. Every time I open a new box I get that light bulb moment where my memory finally catches up and remember that I bought that gadget, or knick-knack, and oh Lord, why so many knick-knacks.
I feel like there is a lot of pressure to get the house ready. I feel like I unnecessarily put a hard deadline on myself that everything would be perfect by February. In my (very stupid) brain, I thought I could for certain have this all done. I posted yesterday a bit about how I don’t know where my days go. I still have no fucking clue. We both work full-time, plus my two side gigs and Brian has the end of the fiscal year to deal with so free time is kind of sparse. My grad school classes start in two weeks also. SIGH.
The good thing is that most of the essentials are out and in their place. We no longer eat off paper plates and we have christened every single appliance. They work just as good as they look. The living room is coming together, some things will probably have to change down the road. In my head I want to do things completely different than we did in the last house, however, I still haven’t found that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and money is still temporarily tight. Fingers crossed, on the pot of gold. For all we know it’s hidden under a box somewhere, probably.
I was disappointed that we weren’t able to get the house painted prior to moving in, and the estimates on the fire pit were OUT OF THIS WORLD expensive. One day, hopefully. We have said that this is definitely our “long term” home. It is, after all, #mybigfatdreamhome. So we anticipate being here for a very long time. So we have lots of time to make things perfect. We want to be realistic and make smart choices about what we do here and how we do it. Which means being a grown up and waiting to save in order to pay cash. Boo, being responsible.
My dreams of making it rain in Target will have to also be put on hold. My line between needs and wants keep getting blurred, so to be safe I probably shouldn’t be alone in that store. Yes, I’m a grown ass woman who needs a chaperone for Target.
The thing about this house is everything is an upgrade from before. It’s bigger. It has more actual spaces, which I L-O-V-E, but I didn’t think about the small things you need to complete a room, like trash cans. It’s a good thing we have an abundance of extra cardboard boxes lying around otherwise, where would put our trash? It’s good that this chaos is sort of serving a purpose, I guess.