Nearly 3 weeks in the new house, and we are finally making our way there. Over the last few days, I’ve gotten back into preparing meals in our kitchen regularly. After shelling out for take-out three meals a day since Memorial Day, cooking on our own feels like omg all this food is FREE!
We are nearly all unpacked in the new place. Pictures are even finding their way up onto the walls. The last major thing we need are window treatments, but almost all the other big things have been squared away. As much as I hate cleaning with every fiber of my being, I find myself feeling a little house proud. I’ve been better about picking up my own clutter, and making Baby Beez regularly put her toys away. What’s the sense of having a nice looking house, if it’s charm is obscured by stuff laying all around.
I’ve taken a bar exam and have raised a child while working in one of the most high-stress jobs imaginable, so I won’t say that this buying/selling house process has been the most stressful thing I’ve lived through. Still, it’s up there. There’s been plenty of fighting and a few pounds piled back on, and two very extremely unhappy screaming parrots.
Now it’s Sunday night, the birds are peacefully chewing on treats, the little one is up in her bedroom snuggled away, and I just watched a glorious Pittsburgh sunset out of the massive window. I’m marveling at the fact that I managed to spend a weekend mostly around the house and getting things done, rather than bouncing from event to event to event. I’ll be shocked if I’ll ever fit a description of a homebody, but in these new digs, it certainly doesn’t feel bad to spend a little more time just relaxing at home.