Monday night, we met our landlord and her fiance at our new house to pick up the keys and do a final walk-through. Excitement doesn’t even do it justice.
Don’t you just love our bright blue door? The house is so different than the last time we saw it. To give you a little background – we’d only ever done one full walk-through of this house. After that, we immediately put in an application, were approved, and the only other time we’d seen the inside (and then only the rooms on the main floor) was when we went to sign the lease. We’ve been having to remind ourselves of certain things using pictures of the interior that we could find online from back when the house was listed for sale a few years ago. So, that being said, there’s always that moment where you’re like… did we rush into this? Will we still love it as much as we did the first time? I’m happy to say that I think we love it even more!
Oh and remember when I said how much I love our landlord? She’s amazing. She’d bought us a housewarming candle, a bottle of wine, and a Lowe’s gift card (since we’d offered to do all the painting and various other repairs). Is it weird to want to hug your landlord and never let go?
Anywho – back to the move. Thanks to the many times of watching Under the Tuscan Sun, I’ve learned a little something about how to get started in a new house. Moving in a ton of crap and feeling very unsettled for a few weeks can definitely give you buyer’s remorse, so I tend to go about moving and unpacking as follows:
“The trick to overcoming buyers remorse is to have a plan. Pick one room and make it yours. Go slowly through the house, be polite, introduce yourself, so it can introduce itself to you.”
In my last apartment, I chose the bathroom. I know. Weird. But to be honest, it was the easiest to make feel like MINE as it was so small. I put up the shower curtain which instantly made it feel less like a hotel room. I hung towels on the bar, put a mat on the floor, and set my toothbrush in a holder by the sink. Suddenly… it felt much more like home. The bathroom was also the first room I painted in the apartment. We’ll have to figure out which room we want to set up first, but I have a sneaking suspicion we’ll pick the kitchen.
Unfortunately, last night was more of a random scramble. I had about 15 minutes after work in my apartment to grab whatever I could and put it in the car before having to drive down to meet everyone at the house. You know that game show where they give contestants a shopping cart and send them tearing down aisles grabbing whatever they can get their hands on? That’s kind of what I looked like. I managed to lug one of my TVs and the BluRay player out which was a pain and took up most of that 15 minutes I’d had to spare. I grabbed a few dishes – ones that were already clean and leaving the rest in the dishwasher – and silverware, the bottle of champagne, cheap blue plastic glasses from New Years, my bag from the weekend (which while it did contain my toiletries, mostly contained a load of dirty clothes… helpful), and my laptop.
I thought driving down the road with a mattress strapped to the top of the car and me holding onto the ropes from the inside like a cowgirl at a rodeo was going to be the real highlight of the night. Little did I know it would be the God knows how long ordeal of trying to shove the mattress up the stairs that would top that. It was the moment when the Mister was at the top pulling (and yelling) and I was at the bottom of the stairs, with the mattress on my back and feet up on the wall in front of me trying to shove it with all my might, that I started to wish we’d had a video camera going. Let’s just say, we’ve never been happier to already have movers for all of my furniture…. and that we’ve bought a split box spring because otherwise there’d be NO WAY we’d get one up the stairs.
We left Miss Aggie at my place that night figuring it’d be easier NOT having a cat in the house when we’re trying to go back and forth unloading our crap, but I brought her over last night. Much to my surprise, she’s already at home. I realized this at 5am when she did her routine poop and sprint through the house. I swear she either feels a million lbs lighter or wants to get away from the smell of her littler box as fast as possible because that girl is BOOKING IT. Good times. Here’s a video I took of her this morning in the bathroom window making friends with the neighborhood birds:
Sound like a Hitchcock movie to you too?