I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted. That’s because I closed on my house and moved. It’s been a little chaotic to say the least.
You learn a great deal when you move. Throw in the fact that you’re moving into your first house, and it’s even more of a lesson. My brother had to remind me that I had a gas water heater and furnace so I needed to turn the gas on. I’m sure a few cold showers would have caused me to investigate, but it was good to know that before I moved in. Suddenly, I have a lawn that needs mowing, drips that need to be fixed, and painted over outlets to replace. This time, I can’t just call the apartment office and have them to take care of it. I have to do it myself. So I’m definitely feeling more grown up. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
My new old house needs to come into the 21st Century. The kitchen hasn’t been updated since it was built in 1964, and the living carpet, the inside of the garage, a bedroom and a bathroom are pink — and not the good kind of pink. In addition to renovating the kitchen and de-pinking the house, I also need to update the tired and neglected bathrooms, replace outlets and doorknobs, and of course, paint. As this house gets into the shape, so am I. I’ve neglected my exercise routine, and it’s time to get back on the ellipitical.
This Old House and I are getting back into shape, and we’re going to do it one step — and one doorknob — at a time. I’ll keep you posted.
