February 13, 2011 § 3 Comments
Well it’s the one week anniversary of our first morning in the new house. There are a billion fantastic things about not only just moving from an apartment to a house but particularly about this house.
Namely, I can enjoy my breakfast listening to the birds chirp in the trees in our backyard. AND that I don’t have to bundle up to walk the dogchild out to relieve herself. Rain or shine, I can open the door and send her out. Love it.
I think we packed 12 boxes of books. TwoLiberalArtsDegreesLawSchoolLiteratureTeacher. They range from The Way things Work to the War of 1812 to Norton Shakespeare anthologies to Environmental Law reference books. And they’re not going anywhere. Except to your house if you want to borrow something. They will be thrown out probably quite literally over my dead body.
Baskets are handy.
Towels, cords, keys, fruit, space fillers…
Last weekend we had an army of family working for 48 hours straight. It was amazing and we are beyond blessed. We painted windows yesterday. The day before that I painted bedroom trim. My dad is likely sore from finagling the hanging of a chandelier. Using a drill and anchors, I hung a hook for keys and leashes and it’s notgoinganywhereever. Yesterday marked the first day I had a functional dryer.
Resolved. We are never moving again. If we have six kids we are piling them in and strapping their beds to the walls.