Discovering the places we live.

The painters began painting my unit right as the coveted morning nap time began. As I’m sure any parent of a young baby can relate, a restful nap in the morning makes for a happy baby in the afternoon. An unrestful nap, or worse, no nap at all, will leave you with a fussy, sleep-deprived maniac (Which is how you feel every day, all the time, but that’s besides the point). It was enough to make me consider stepping outside and saying, “Excuse me, I know you have an entire apartment building to paint today, but unfortunately it is nap time, so I’m going to have to ask y’all to leave. NOW. Before I get crazy.”

Nevermind the fact that, absurdly enough, the painters were contracted to begin painting before management had even decided on a color for the complex, so for a while, the painters were just going nuts with varying color schemes until management saw one they liked. It looked like the apartment version of a clown car.

Soon, all of this will be behind me, as Husband and I are looking into (brace yourself) buying a house. We figured living in a studio apartment is pretty fun, but it might get a little crowded in thirteen years or so when Collin arrives home with a troop of teenage friends to raid the fridge and talk about lady parts (or whatever teenage boys do). In all seriousness, the sorry state of the housing market these days is the only way we will ever get our foot in the door of home-ownership, and hopefully we will get help from a down payment assistance program, or it won’t happen at all. But, being the optimist that I am, I will keep my sights set on a house of our own, with lots of cabinet space in the kitchen, and a swing set in the backyard.

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One thought on “Discovering the places we live.

  1. Andréann says:

    I would totally have a swing set in my backyard as well. We're in a house but it's not ours. I can't wait to call some place, home. But It can't happen right now. I wish you the best of luck!

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