So it’s official – I’m a homeowner!!!
Okay, it isn’t quite official. But I officially have all of the worry, angst, fear, excitement, and nervous energy so I’m counting it.
And as I sit and listen to people talk about my new house, it dawns on me that I have no idea what I’m doing. Conversations about paint colors, fridges, and doorknobs – seriously, half hour conversations about doorknobs! – made me realize that I’m not sure I’m the homeowner type. I care very little about where the silverware goes and I never change the pictures on the wall and mowing the lawn has literally never been a thought that has crossed my mind. I see a spider and go ‘eh’ as long as it doesn’t get in my way, I have never even considered vacuuming stairs and I once thought it’d be easier to just eat off paper plates than do the dishes for a week. Yes, ain’t I a homeowner.
Except soon I will be. And I’m afraid that my house will look like a crayon box threw up because I LOVE color and that all of my furniture won’t match but not in the eclectic way but the ‘garage sale threw up’ way and what color do you even paint a living room so it doesn’t clash with your purple couch? I’m afraid I’ll leave the gas stove on and I’ll blow everything up. I’m afraid I didn’t budget correctly and I really can’t afford it. I’m afraid of something breaking and being unable to call the maintenance guys – what do you mean now I’M the maintenance guys?!
But I’m excited about cooking in my kitchen – making a horribly big mess as I finally try out the complicated gluten free recipes in my cookbooks and on pintrest (today I found a recipe for periogis – Yumm!!). And having a nice, quiet room where I can go write and attempt to be brilliant, painted any other color than stark, depressing white. And a backyard that I can go sit in on the very rare occasions that I decide to soak up the fresh air. And my huge walk-in closet – I like that too! And being stable and having a HOME – I might have to worry about how I’m going to afford it and how I’m going to fix it but I won’t have to worry about where I’m going to live. I’ve found it.
If only I could find a butler/maid/chauffeur who works for free, my life would be perfect. 😉
LOL!! Oh Val! This is why you have me as a friend. Interior decorating is what makes me happy!!! I’ll make your place look like a million bucks on a garage sale budget 😉 And I love color!! And purple couches! 😀
I believe you need a 1950s wife. She can cook (when you don’t want to), clean, and she’ll sleep in a different bed.
I think that is way to go. 🙂
Sonja is half-right…you need a kept man. They’re all the rage these days. And there are plenty of them willing to sponge off of you in exchange for killing spiders and mowing the lawn 😉
In all seriousness though, I am so ridiculously proud of you. Your house is going to be amazingly eclectic and writery–because that’s what YOU are. You don’t need to worry about whether or not people think you purple couch clashes. Not everyone is smart enough to understand that comfort is ever so much more important than color coordination. Nor is everyone going to be smart enough to understand that purple is freaking EPIC and cannot be beat. You’re smart enough to understand those things though and that’s all that matters. It’s YOUR space. Who cares what anyone else thinks about it?! Just let it be you and everyone else who loves you as much as I do will love it too!!
🙂 Thanks. Your words made me smile. And it NEEDS to be a writer-y place cause guess who’s living there bitches? ME, that’s who! 🙂 Let’s just hope that when I’m out of the dredge of grad school I can make this thing happen.
It is not a matter of can do. it is a matter of will do. And I you that you WILL do it. Period.