I feel like I haven't really committed to this Anchorage house. Even though we bought it, it is not my house yet. Our other house, in Atlanta, is not really mine either. It is under contract and should be closing soon, but every time I see the buyers name with my address, I feel a little tightness. I truly am hoping everything goes smoothly and we close, as scheduled, but I really do love that house.
I am trying to make this house, our house, but it is so much work, and really, I don't plan to live here forever. I would almost rather daydream about the next house than do the work on this one. I looked around this evening, and noted that I have not hung up one piece of artwork, except the new one in the playroom, and that one is not really hung up, but rather placed on the ledge. I haven't unpack any books, or my pretties, like my vases, lamps, or even the wine glasses. For one, there is no safe place to put them, and really, not one room feels close to being done. You know, at the end of the home decorating shows, they bring out all the fun stuff? That's the part I want to get to, but it is going to be awhile. Making over this house is going to take months.
We are getting closet organizers on Friday, so I can spend the weekend putting things away with some order. I am excited about that. We (mostly Dan, but a little me), took out the old (70's?) closet shelves and then I patched a few spots and painted. It still amazes me what a little paint can do for a room or closet, in this case. Next week, we are getting some drywall repaired from places Dan and I did some demo work. After that, my plan is to continue working on the guest/sewing room and the boys bedroom. Then turn my attention to the playroom, all while planning a kitchen remodel. Maybe I will have a few before/after photos to share. All the painting and sewing should keep me busy for the next month or so.
Oh, Happy 11th months to Linnea.
That means it is time to start planning a birthday party.
I suddenly feel tired.
Time for bed.