You guys. Living in a house, after spending the last four years in an apartment is mindblowing. I’m kind of in heaven here.
And Ella keeps saying, “Don’t you love having a house where there is space for everything? And Ani doesn’t have to sleep in the bathroom anymore!”
Indeed, I do love having a house. And I am happy for Ani (I’d been worried about transitioning her to a room because when we went to Utah in May, she was so unaccustomed to sleeping in a space that wasn’t 100% pitch-black that we had to double-garbage bag the windows in my in-laws’ basement to get her to sleep. Happily, she’s had no such issues here).
I feel like I probably would have been happy with any house, but I’m particularly thrilled by THIS house. It’s just a really really nice house (such a huge relief after picking it sight-unseen, and wondering if the excellent price meant it was a complete lemon).
A few things I love about this house:
- Carpet. If you ever came over to my apartment, you almost certainly heard about how much I hated the carpet which was horrible when we moved in and was even worse after three years. And with the dining area carpeted? I can only tell you how BAD that carpet looked after two small children. My heart sings a little every time I just sweep up under the high chair, and it hasn’t permanently stained the carpet. The carpet in this house is brand-new, and I am in love.
- A garage. I can’t tell you how many times I loaded the girls up in the car and then realized I’d forgotten one tiny thing upstairs. Also, my car is no longer a cool 110 degrees every afternoon from sitting in direct sun for hours on end.
- Two sinks in the master bathroom. This has been on our wish-list for YEARS. And now it’s finally a reality. It is just as good as I hoped.
- A bigger kitchen. As far as apartment kitchens go, ours was pretty nice, but if Bart was doing the dishes, there was basically no room at all for me to do anything in there. Just a couple more feet of width has made all the difference in the world.
- A dedicated playroom. It’s actually the dining room, but we have no dining room furniture, plus it is in the ideal spot for a playroom (at the very back of the downstairs, just next to the kitchen), so its perfect for the girls to play in while I’m making dinner.
- An upstairs and downstairs. It’s so nice to put the girls to bed and then go downstairs and just feel like we have a little space from them. (I won’t lie – my legs are pretty tired at the end of the day from going up and down, and I’m feeling really really grateful for the phone set VTech sent me as part of a sponsored campaign (you get two land-line like phones, but they run through your cell phone), so I don’t spend half my life missing phone calls now that I can’t hear my cell phone vibrate from every inch of my home).
- The fact that you can’t see the kitchen from the front door. This was something my mom never liked about houses, and our apartment opened RIGHT into the kitchen. I felt like I could never keep it looking as clean as I wanted because my kitchen is generally used very very frequently.
- An office. This is pretty much a dream come true for me, and it’s upstairs, which is really great for working while the girls are napping because I can hear them (or field questions from Ella about what time she can be done with quiet time).
- A mailbox right in front of my house. Now I can go check a hundred times a day, if I want (I do not want, necessarily, but I COULD).
- No upstairs or downstairs neighbors. I couldn’t have asked for better downstairs neighbors than Lindsey and Blakely, but it is nice not to have to worry that we’re too loud, and I am not at all sad to not have people stomping around above us, especially during naptime. The last set of people who lived above us were a bunch of college students who were EXTREMELY loud, and culminated their residency in our building by having one guy fall off the third-story balcony (drunk) and breaking both arms and a few ribs, plus puncturing several major organs. There were many many fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars that night.
So, no, not really missing apartment living much at all. Just our Texas friends.
Later this week, I’ll share a couple of pictures of the house – probably one room at a time, because thus far there are NO rooms that are ready to be shared. But I’m hopeful by Friday I’ll have at least one room tour-ready.