buried

I feel buried! Only a couple more days to go until moving day, and needless to say both houses are messy. How is that possible??? We are painting the inside of our house tonight, with some help from friends. I hope to get most of it done, because I can't figure out another time when we could! Plus, I need to finish up packing. I feel like I packed most of my stuff, and realize how much more stuff there is. It's amazing how much "stuff" can be in your house with out you knowing. Seriously! I have thrown away a bunch of things, plus have a garage sale pile (don't ask how or when that will happen, I have no idea) and there still seems to be way too many things for just the three of us. Weird. The word that I like to use for all these items that you can never seem to get rid of, some of you have heard me say it: nortles. Don't you think that is the perfect word for those types of things? Nortles. Just saying it is fun.
It's funny how you can get all these grandiose plans of all the home things you can do. I have plans for not only painting, but vanities and great landscaping. And then you see how much things all are! I can see why home improvement comes in stages. It's crazy how much paint costs for most of your house. I've been trying not to think about how much I've spent on paint alone. eeeeeeeeh.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still WAY excited to have our house (FINALLY) just felt like complaining a bit to the void. :-)

Finally a home

Well, I feel that we have finally entered adulthood now that we have bought a house. It really is a cute house, and I could not be more excited. I'm also terrified. There are so many "what if's" aren't there? I have everything budgeted, really, down to the last dollar. What if our car breaks down? What if one of us has a major accident? What if an earthquake happens? I'm sure everyone thinks these things on their first home. I guess, I'm tired of anticipating and ready to move in! It's giving me too much time to ponder on the what if's just waiting! Ahhh, on to packing.
Easter was good this year, even though Brian had to stay home and give a talk in church. It's always good to see my family. I keep thinking this is going to be one of the last holiday's at my grandparents house, the place where every holiday has been celebrated for my entire life. It's always felt like home to me, I never remember feeling uncomfortable there. Well, maybe the first few nights I was completely by myself in that big house when I house sat for them. It's funny, I was telling my Dad about how I used to be scared to go into the workshop part of the basement when I was a kid. It was always dark, and filled with storage, so there were shadows and places that I was terrified of venturing-unless every light was on and Mere or Granddad were already in there. I mean, you never know who could be lurking around that corner just waiting to get you! Yesterday Dad and I were down there closing up and going from the outside thru the workshop and into the regular basement door. I still found myself hurrying... no lights were on! I guess it shows I am still a kid after all.
My grandparents have been in that house for something like 57 years. I hope that we can find a house someday like that. I can't see us in this house for 57 years, but who knows. Maybe Mere and Granddad felt the same way. They probably had a lot of the same "what if's" and that's comforting.
Luckily the house that we bought doesn't have a basement, just a crawl space. Which I will never go into. You know those things lurking around the corner in basement, what the heck could be hiding in a crawl space?! Giant spiders! Rodents of some sort! I'll just leave the checking of vapor barriers and such to Brian......