Monday, February 11, 2013

Our House

I have mentioned quite a few times that we live in a tiny English basement apartment in a Georgetown row house. I have also thought quite a few times about doing a post on "how to live in small spaces" which I think I will still do, but for now, here she blows!

This is where we live. This is all one big shot but reallllly, if you look closely, we have a 7-room mansion!

Here, I will help you see this:

Wish I could make this picture bigger but I don't know how. Anyway, like I said, a 7-room chateau. We have survived quite well for 19 months in our little palace, despite the occasional frequent run-ins, elbow bumps,  and stepped-on-toes -- these things do happen when in close quarters. Lucky for us, Michael and I can actually tolerate each other fairly well, so it's not that bad running into each other. (That is the understatement of the year. The truth is I really LOVE bumping into Michael. He is so cute and funny and I just can't help it.)**

Not sure if you noticed it, but I am actually on the floor in the above pic. Weird...I know. See the thing is, we just got a new rug! It has been a continual dilemma of knowing how much time and energy and money we should invest into our little home. "Sprucing" is not really my thing. I think it could be, well....maybe, once we live where we will probably live for a long time. But for now, I am not sure if it is worth it to buy pillows and furniture and rugs and sprucey things because let's face it: there is no way in the world we are going to be living in this little money hole forever. I say that lovingly... it's a good money hole, but I know it isn't permanent. And one day I will pick out some pillows for a home that is ours and that I will want to totally spruce up. Oh to have rooms and a yard and and a white picket fence and a golden retriever and a porch swing where we can sit barefoot and drink lemonade!

No, I do not ever think about the future. Not at all. Why do you ask?

Anyway, it was a BIG DEAL that we got a new rug! Michael's sweet mother was here for the weekend, and she is a go-getter. She makes shopping fun because she gets into it. Which is what I need. Better to be into it than be avoiding all stores except the grocery. (Does the grocery even count as shopping? Doubt it.)

So there's the new rug. We are happy with it. Happy to my eyes and happy to Michael's feet. The truth is, I don't like to walk around barefoot. I like the idea of it, but not really the reality of it. So the 'barefoot on the porch' comment above is more just what feels like would fit that scene best. Make no mistake, I will most likely have shoes on. But for Michael, a man who could probably live without shoes and survive quite well, a soft rug was a must. So there you have it. The end.

**I just finished reading Gone Girl and wow. I can't figure out if this would be a book I would recommend reading or not. If anything though, it has reminded me of how marriages can often and easily become stale or regular, and not enduring and always loving. But your marriage should always come first -- it's a big deal. It's not just a legal contract, it's a covenant. So I think it's good that I want to talk about how I think my husband is cute and funny and bump-worthy in our little apartment. It's more important that he knows how I feel about him more so than anyone who would be reading this blog, but I think it's good for other people to know that I love my husband. And that I can be gushy about him sometimes....or all the time... I don't know! I love him so.  

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