Side note: I am losing my mind. Seriously, folks. It is a worry. I am forgetting my dog's name, losing house keys, forgetting where on earth I put everything when I unpacked, and generally just falling apart at the seams.
Case 1: I spray painted myself in the face while attempting to spray paint a picture frame. My eyebrow was black for several hours.
Case 2: I drafted up a text message to my mom, telling her how I was finally getting to enjoy the awesome Soda Stream she got me for my birthday, and telling her how much I love her and miss her and how she is the best mom ever. After typing up the text message, for reasons that escape me, I sent it to my realtor?? I have no idea why that happened. My realtor responded with, "Well I'm glad you're enjoying your gifts, and that is very nice, but I don't think this was meant for me?" Oopsie.
Case 3: I went running in our new neighborhood, and the sidewalks really leave a lot of be desired. They are very uneven and ripped up. It got dark really fast while I was out on my run, and I didn't see a big huge crack in the sidewalk, resulting in me eating it hard and Abby pausing to look at me and ponder why I was sprawled across the street. Some ladies across the street stopped and stared at me, and all I could think to say was, "Oh, hello...", while lying in a heap across the curb. And they just kept walking. My brain doesn't even remember how to run properly anymore. Changing routines in hard on my brain. Oy vey.
Anywho! We are now (mostly) unpacked and starting to settle into our cute new house. Who wants to see pictures? Everyone! Obviously.
It's still definitely a work in progress. This is a significant upgrade in space to our last house, so we are slowly accumulating all of the furniture and such that we need, but we've still got a ways to go. And I have zero decorating skillz, so it's not too fancy at this point. But we're making progress. I took 29375 pictures and you guys are going to enjoy them all and Ooo and Aaah about what a successful grown up I am.
First of all, here are some pictures of the chaos of moving in. Yikes.
Oddly enough, this stage of moving in makes me super excited. I love the idea of finding new homes for everything and making new routines. However, the novelty of this notion wears off very quickly.
Home sweet home?
Anybody want some pine needles? Right after we got the house, there was a big windstorm that knocked TONS of pine needles off and into our yard. This is only the front yard. We haven't even done the backyard yet. Oh dear.
Our front door! Our brick isn't quite as orange as it looks in this picture... But I love our cute front door with the pretty glass and the cozy little porch.
Our front yard and little front porch.
Looking into the main living area from the front door. Hello Abby! I didn't make her be in these pictures, but she makes plenty of cameos.
Upstairs living room. The guy on the couch came with the house. I might upgrade. I kid, I kid.
Hey everybody, look how crafty I am! Both of these crafts were made at a time where someone else had the idea and someone else procured all of the supplies, and I just did as I was told. That is my favorite kind of crafting.
Another view of the living room. How much do you love that rug?? The answer had better be a lot. Also, in our moving, we only had 2 casualties. 1 of our lampshades got crushed, and we lost the power cord to my piano. After being on hold with Yamaha for an hour, I finally ordered a new one and am eagerly waiting for it's arrival so I can tickle those (fake) ivories once more.
Eating area. Our table fits all expanded and with 6 chairs, but there's more room to get around with it pushed against the wall. But don't worry, we'll pull it out just for you when you come and visit.
Oh hello, my beautiful kitchen. This was a major selling point of this house. I l.o.v.e this kitchen. I've already made a few meals, and all of the counter space and working appliances are beyond glorious. I've never lived in a house with appliances that are younger than me. It's quite fantastic.
The pumpkin cheesecake I just baked sitting on the counter. Yeah, you wish you were here visiting me. It's not very photogenic, but I think it's going to be very tasty.
I won't lie, this fridge was also a huge selling point on the house. I specifically wrote into the contract that they had to leave it. And I love it just as much as I thought I would. I frequently walk by and open the doors and just sigh at all of the space and all of my food so readily accessible and visible.
Bonus: There is a soda can rack in the fridge. So naturally I had to put it to good use with some of my favorite beverages.
Stairs down to the basement. For reference, the stairs run right behind the kitchen/stove.
Here's a view looking into the living area from the hall. I want you to really feel like you're here! So that one day you really will come here! All of you. Except all of you strange people who found my blog by google searching "vienna sausages."
Our cute pie little house. I love it all nestled in the trees.
So there you have it. We've been here for a week and are happily starting to make this house a home. Come visit! I'll make you treats and take you on hikes and you won't even have to share our bathroom. :0)