...little wonder then that I'm blogging instead.
That toes-to-eyelash tingle I've been getting about our upcoming move has not diminished. In fact, on a quarter hourly basis I'm reminded of something I'm leaving or moving towards and the tingle starts all over. In deference to Jeremy, who loves our current apartment for reasons unclear, I wont list all the things I will not be missing. Instead, behold a list of all the things I'm am ridiculously excited about...!
1. Washing Machine. We had one, up until the day before we went to barbados and it broke with all holiday clothing in it (in a foot of soapy dirty water). But even when it worked that one wasn't very good and we're moving towards one that a) works and b) is under a year old. Clean clean clothes!
2. Washing line. There isn't one yet but there will be. I don't care that Americans seem to think that only 'Italians' dry their clothes outside. The English do too, and guess what, it's great.
3. Full sized appliances. A fridge, freezer, oven and dishwasher that were not built for hobbits, and are in sparkly shiny gonna-be-obssessive-about-cleaning-off-finger-prints metal.
4. Air conditioning. Not that I'd use it often, but seriously, the past few days have been ridiculously hot and it's not fun.
5. A Piano. There's space and we're not moving for a while, ergo for the first time in my adult life I get to have one.
6. A Kitten... ditto the above, with a little more Jeremy persuasion necessary.
7. Granite kitchen tops...impractical they may be, but they're so pretty.
8. The Bathtub! With the bubbles!
9. And while we're on the subject of bathrooms... a bathroom that is not essentially in the kitchen and has a lock and doesn't have mould / damp / fungus growing up the walls and doesn't spontaneously drop wall tiles on my head while showering. Too obvious I'm referencing our current place? Oh well.
10. What to pick for my final item? There are so many things! Ok, the fireplace. Because even though it's too hot to conceive of fire right now, just think how unbelieveably awesome it will be in the winter.
ok I'm done.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Moving
This month we move house.
I can't wait - it is a tingle of excitement that starts in my toes and runs up to my eye-lashes every time I think about it. I never tried to settle in our current place - never cleaned the corners, so intent was I on moving as soon as possible - so I've never settled and the corners have remained thick with I-don't-want-to-know what. But OH, the new house, with its spare bedrooms and back yard... its kitchen big enough so that appliances can be stored (oh the novelty) IN the kitchen, maybe even ON the surfaces. And there's a bathtub that's deep enough for the water to cover my shoulders, and it has jacuzzi style bubble technology! (An aside: Americans seem to be anti-bath, or else think that only very short people take baths, because almost all American bath-tubs are stunted and shallow. Our new one is just stunted, and this will have to do)
I was thinking about it all yesterday and I realised that, not since I left home for university, have I known where I will be living 9 months ahead of time. Even my two year stint in London was plagued with the unsettled uncertainty of not knowing when / if J would move over and we would move apartments. That's my entire adult life spent in housing limbo. And it's all about to change.Yes, the annoying truth of our transatlantic marriage is that we'll never be completely certain that we're staying put, but for the time being we have a home. A home where I can let myself settle and clean the corners.
I tingle, I tell you.
I can't wait - it is a tingle of excitement that starts in my toes and runs up to my eye-lashes every time I think about it. I never tried to settle in our current place - never cleaned the corners, so intent was I on moving as soon as possible - so I've never settled and the corners have remained thick with I-don't-want-to-know what. But OH, the new house, with its spare bedrooms and back yard... its kitchen big enough so that appliances can be stored (oh the novelty) IN the kitchen, maybe even ON the surfaces. And there's a bathtub that's deep enough for the water to cover my shoulders, and it has jacuzzi style bubble technology! (An aside: Americans seem to be anti-bath, or else think that only very short people take baths, because almost all American bath-tubs are stunted and shallow. Our new one is just stunted, and this will have to do)
I was thinking about it all yesterday and I realised that, not since I left home for university, have I known where I will be living 9 months ahead of time. Even my two year stint in London was plagued with the unsettled uncertainty of not knowing when / if J would move over and we would move apartments. That's my entire adult life spent in housing limbo. And it's all about to change.Yes, the annoying truth of our transatlantic marriage is that we'll never be completely certain that we're staying put, but for the time being we have a home. A home where I can let myself settle and clean the corners.
I tingle, I tell you.
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