I didn't want to leave the house
Apr 22nd, 2005
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.