approaching vapid with periodic bouts of genius
So the old owners are officially OUT of the house and Ken and I were able to go there last night. Of course they took until Sunday evening to let us know they were completely out (they've proven themselves to be as assholic as a house-selling couple can possibly be) so we plan on doing all the major moving on Saturday, all the troops have been called in with their various-capacity vehicles and their strong, strong backs. Just for yesterday, though, we wanted to go there, check things out and dream and plan.
I had the last minute thought to bring a picnic since we were meeting there at 5, so I stopped off at TJs and got some brie, baguette, grapes, cheap champagne and Toblerone for dessert. Though my little outing got me there around 15 minutes late, Ken still waited for me because he wanted us to go in together. I know, aaawwwww...
Keep in mind the ONLY other time I have been to this house was the first time we ever saw it, which was back in the first week of August. Ken's been there several times, but I just saw it that once, then have of course been looking at the pictures online since then. As I drove into the driveway my first thought was how much smaller it was than I remembered, (which is saying a lot, given that I remember it being tiny.) It is a really small house, true, but when you think about it, it seems just perfect for us. We don't have a lot of stuff, we each have an express interest in not acquiring a lot of stuff, and I am the kind of person who ACCUMULATES like my life depends on it if I'm not hindered by something. It's small but it is darling, and it doesn't feel stifling. We're happy.
We went into the garage and found that the old owners left us a few little presents, like a half used can of paint thinner, a few unframed mirrors, some folding chairs and a small string of Christmas lights. How nice of them!
The yard is just as sweet as I remember it being- definitely my favorite part of the house. It's very private and is bordered on two sides by woods. I want to do some gardening there, and I really want to work on the actual grass. It's spotty in parts- anyone have any suggestions on how to make a nice, lush yard? Cheats are good, since I don't have the money right now to completely grade (?) and reseed the whole damn thing (unless it's actually inexpensive to do...)
We walked into the house and, again, I had forgotten just how small it was, but I also recognize that empty rooms look smaller than they are. I almost immediately went into what will be our guest room, since I've been planning on painting that one and making it my craft room. I'm completely claiming that room as mine- Ken is very sweet about that. :)
I had remembered not liking the color in there, but I actually loved it, at least in that light. I may just keep it. I had remembered it being a too-yellow yellow, but last night it looked perfect. The color in the master bedroom is pretty yucky, I may go with a light French blue, whatever that means. I know the color, not sure what it's called.
Aside: I love Valerie Bertinelli. I can't help it.
The living room is really spacious, which is great. It's bright and open, with a big bay window. The kitchen is big enough for a small table for 4, and there is a dining room area that would be a teeny dining room, but is really a perfect place to put a desk. That room, at least in the warmer months, is kind of just the pathway to the sliding doors that open to the deck. This room needs some new color, too. I love painting! :)
The bathroom is, well, our first major project. It'll be a few years, too. Pink tiles all over the place. Walls AND ceiling. The floor is small, dizzying black and white tiles. I want to get a small rug and a bathmat, but I don't want to get it in either pink, black or white, so not really sure what to do there. Ooh, perhaps like, charcoal? Whatev, I checked the shower and the water pressure is great, very important. The old owners were also kind enough to leave their toilet brush, a sliver of grayed soap that looks like it used to be green, and a disposable razor. I said, "Look, honey! They left us a razor!" and Ken said, "Oh, great! I've been meaning to get Hepatitis!"
There's this one linen closet next to the bathroom. I opened it up and it has probably some old wood in there, but the smell is EXACTLY like the buildings at my old summer camp! It was amazing. I will probably open that closet up just to sniff it every day. Speaking of smells, the yard smells like FALL! Okay, so perhaps that was just the weather yesterday, but the air is SO much cleaner than in the city. I LOVE that.
I laid a blanket I brought on the floor in the living room and set out the picnic, and Ken got his laptop and put some music on and we had a nice dinner right there. Just looking around and dreaming about our future. What an amazing experience this is...
I've never seen Ken so happy. I mean, I've seen him happy before, but his "happy" usually looks really similar to his "bored" or his "stomachache" or his "elated." Ken doesn't really emote, so much. He was really smiley and kept kissing me, the best part was watching his reaction to his new house.
What I started to notice the longer we were there was that the house stopped feeling small and started feeling... perfect. It's cozy. We had each brought a small carfull of stuff to move in and the more things we put in the rooms the bigger they seemed. What I noticed most was how comfortable I felt there. Already, it just feels like home.
We hope to have a fridge delivered on Friday, and that's the day the FIOS peeps will come to set up our SWEET internet, and we plan to get a microwave in the next couple weeks, too. Everything else is already there.
I am so happy about this house and moving in with Ken. I can't wait to have all our stuff moved in and just take some time out to settle into our new life.