I didn't want to leave the house
I didn't want to leave the house this morning. I went for a walk with Leah before she left for work, and then I sort of just walked around, marvelling at the wonderous beauty of our elegant new dwelling-place. But then I had to come into the office here, to get some computering done. And also some more packing. So I thought I'd write down a little assessment of the old Arlington appartment here: the things I'll miss, and the things I won't.
Won't Miss
- having to move the cars at least once a day.
- shovelling out that long, skinny driveway
- carrying groceries up the stairs
- the badly-fitting bedroom door scraping on the floor
- the refrigerator door swinging open after you think it's closed and slamming against the wall
- the terribly designed kitchen cabinets
- having to move the cars
- the non-stick butterflies in the bathtub
- the big pastel flowers on the wallpaper
- the small, loud, washer and dryer
- restrictions on when we could run the aforementioned washer and dryer, and also the dishwasher
- sharing the house with someone who's not us
- moving the cars
Will Miss
- the beautiful windows, and the beautiful view
- the front porch (up to code or not)
- the sunny screen porch
- living around the corner from the deli and the hardware store
- our first house for just us, together
But never mind that last one, since the new place is a million times better! I'll need years to know everything about it, to make a comprable list of its attractions and problems; but you'll read the beginnings of that list in the next post here, I'm sure.
Coming out of the fog
For the past few days i have been sick with the WorstColdEver. Last night i made dan take me out to a restaurant just because all i wanted to put in my belly were hot soba noodles, (and everything in our kitchen was on the floor of our kitchen), only to spike a fever at the table in the restaurant and whine and moan, and instead of helping to pack up at our appartment i fall asleep on the couch, until dan packed up all by himself and carried me to the car, and then in the car i groaned and moaned, and then at our house i again fell asleep on the couch while Dan made the bed from the ground up, boards and all, and then i groaned and moaned and ploped right into the bed, moaning somesort of goodnight that sounded more like "WillYouBringMeMyCoughdrops and LockTheDoorBeforeYouComeToBed."
How sexy i was for our first night in our new house.
It is to Dan's credit that he has done nothing but taken care of me these past three days, and not once did he say, "Listen there missy, i just moved our entire house and made you a bed From Scratch so you'd better quit yer moaning and not be so bossy!"
No, Dan's one prince of a feller!
Thankfully, this morning i woke up feeling much improved, which means i can finally get to work on organizing this beautiful new house of ours! I guess it was meant to be that to prevent me from feeling like the luckiest girl on earth with this beautiful new house and this wonderful new husband-to-be, my body went into total systems failure. You know, to keep me on an even keel.