House living

I am loving this new house. The last time I lived in a house (besides that six-month-nightmare in my inlaws' basement) was when I was in high school. My entire adult life has been spent in dorm/apartment/townhouse/basement/condo living.

Taking out the garbage is easy as cherry pie. I walk out the side door, go down three steps, and turn the corner to my garbage can. It's on wheels and super easy to put out on Wednesday nights.

Mailbox. I have one. I got to put up the little red flag today to send out my graduate school application. I watched the mailman put it down. The sweet simplicity made me happy. I don't think I've EVER had the opportunity to behold this seemingly mundane event.

We have a back porch for a sunnin' Ro.

Taking out Rollo is cake. I have three doors leading to three different directions from which to choose. He won't go off the back porch unless I walk out to the grass with him. I was hoping I could just clip the cable on him and let him go, but oh no. Baby Ro is afwaid. He must have heard the snake rumors, too.

Garden. It's happening.

Late night vacuuming, which I've yet to do. My vacuum was the last thing packed, and since we were at capacity at that point, it got sent home with my bro-in-law (to be delivered tomorrow.)

My own bathroom. And vanity. And closet large enough to bed a small rhino.

Better quality everything. Real walls. Decent light fixtures. A ceiling fan - did I ever tell you that one tried to kill me once? No? Another story for another day.

A driveway. It's incredible to be able to step out of my car, walk 5 or 10 steps, and be inside my door. It made for seamless unloading of the moving truck.

Cute, little neighbors doing cute, little neighborly things, like watering their flowers and mowing their lawns. Except for the morons driving up and down the street all evening on their four-wheelers. These were adults, I'm sorry to say.

An open front door (and closed storm door) to let the sun in, in the morning and open blinds on our back glass door to do the same in the afternoon. We have a happy canine.

BRAND NEW REFRIGERATOR. It's huge-ish. And a BRAND NEW OVEN. And BRAND NEW LINOLEUM.

Tons o'cabinet space in the kitchen.

A real street address with no Apt./Unit #.

Lots of storage space, overall. I can't put a value on this. It rocks my world.