Sometimes when I drive by I witness the end of the day. The workers packing up, the machines stopped and parked and the families coming home. Yesterday when I went it was silent on the street and the weather was just right. I came around the corner and there it was..our second floor.
I jumped out of the car with my phone and started snapping away. Carefully picking my way up the driveway in my ballet flats because I STILL haven't managed to get boots for these trips. I was in awe of what the front of our house looked like. I couldn't resist so I went inside our front door. The stoop was very high and along with my ballet flats I was of course wearing a skirt. I went in anyway..how could I not?
It was so quiet in there and I stood right in the middle of the family room and looked around. I could see upstairs and I did creep halfway up but worry over possible safety issues had me feeling I shouldn't venture to much further. It was great to stand inside and get a sense of what it would feel like. We have a LONG way to go, maybe not as LONG as I think but I know the work will really begin and probably take the longest when the inside stuff starts.
Lately I have had apartment fever. Its feeling a little snug and just little annoyances like having to take the trash all the way to the other side of the parking lot and taking your keys and not being able to take the girls because you have to take the trash..and worrying that if you forget to take the keys you could end up locking your kids in the apartment has begun to wear on me.
Sharing laundry has lots its charm..So last night in the quiet of the neighborhood and the bones of our soon to be house..I stopped and took a deep breath and hoped for happiness in our new abode.
Here are some pictures and even though I have been assured that the house is the right size it still felt tiny..I am just saying.
Looking at the morning room
9 foot ceilings and some space - I can't wait.