MHH is out learning, Barak is (finally) asleep, and I am (supposedly) packing. As you might have guessed, however, right now I'm taking a break to blog and, er, eat tomatoes with miracle whip. (No white bread this time.)
I really have little or nothing to report. Today we walked to Target, a distance of about two miles each way, and purchased contact paper in anticipation of kitchens to come. (As an aside, why is contact paper so boring? A few apartments ago I bought some contact paper that was really cute, and remember picking it from a plethora of fun patterns. Even searching Target and Kmart online, there was nothing at all, and at the B&M Target all I got was white paper with cherries. Bo-ring.)
It is starting to sink in that this could be the last move. Not ever--we're still, officially, hoping to make aliyah one of these days--but for a long long time. To fully understand what a big deal this is, you have to first understand how many times I've moved since starting college. Or, better, how many mailing addresses I've had.
Guess. Go on, guess. How many?
Higher.
No, higher.
Nineteen. This will be number twenty. And that's only counting places I lived long enough to get mail, and not counting moves between rooms in the same dorm or co-op. Nineteen. The longest I lived in any one place was 22 months; the shortest was 2 months.
So the idea that this might be a home for more than a year or two--that it might be a place that becomes Barak's childhood home, a place where IY"H our family will grow further, where we will paint the walls colors we (okay, I--MHH is colorblind and couldn't care less) like, and not have to worry about painting them back when we move out--well, it's kind of a big deal.
By the way, my knitting buddy C. says that there are certain markers that let you know that you are officially an adult. (Doctorates, spouses and children are not on the list.) They are the following:
1. You live in more than one room. (Check.)
2. You have your address printed on your checks. (Check.)
3. You own furniture you neither inherited nor assembled yourself. (Check--not much, but check.)
4. You do your laundry without quarters. (Ahhh... so soon.)
2 comments:
Does #4 count if you still have to use a laundry card? We also assembled all of our non-salvaged furniture, so I think we still qualify as non-adults (though some friends have tried convincing us that having a mortgage = being an adult).
YAY for pretty paint colors! Can we confer on this? I can't figure out what to use in the extra bedrooms in our new place. In case you're looking for inspiration...we don't have our exact colors picked out, but I'm thinking something like (these are all Behr colors) "Glowing Firelight" S-G-200 for the dining area, "Sandpoint" 207E-2 for the rest of the living room, the same or maybe a shade lighter for the entryway/hallway, and something soft and green (shade unchosen) for the kitchen (which will be visible through the red wall from the living room). And an icy bluish-greyish color int he bedroom, because we can't b bothered to pick out or settle on a bedding set, but we know we'll always end up with varying shades of blue and grey.
There are a few websites which will show you what colour paletes look like with various colour blindness-es.
here's one i've used pretty happily. Ok, it's for websites, but it works, in general, for real life too.
Oh, and our apt is mostly white, except for one wall, which is approximately hex colour #B30000. (i'm not sure how to display it).
I dream about #4. Though a recent highlight was a *new* laundry room in our building. at least most of the machines work now.
Lots of luck!
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