We got a house. It wasn't a contemporary like I wanted, but it's big, it's in excellent repair, it's in a good neighborhood in an excellent school district, and it's about ten minutes from where the husbeast works. Plus our mortgage is about what we were paying in rent for the (much smaller) house in Charleston. I love the kitchen/dining room, which is important. Not only do I spend a lot of time cooking, but the dining room is the center of our house. On the occasions we entertain, we always offer food. Which means there's someone in the kitchen. Which means everyone wanders out and sits at the dining room table or bar stools and talks to whoever is making food and drinks. It's a lovely, big, pleasant room with a skylight (love the skylight).
Downstairs, there is a room currently set up as a wood shop, off the laundry room. We're already calling it my lair. I intend to re-start the Etsy shop, now that I can have a dedicated dye studio and use real dyes without the worry of poisoning my family's food.
There's enough room in the garage that, with luck, the husbeast will grudgingly give me a couple square feet of space to keep tools so I can build book shelves and stuff. I intend to do the actual work in the drive.
So, we're psyched. Or rather, we're cautiously psyched, because the house inspection is tomorrow. I don't really expect to tun up anything major; the house is only twenty years old, and the husbeast and I have both toured it. One or the other of us would have noticed anything major before now. But I really hope nothing MINOR turns up.
We don't move until July. Long story. But as usual, the husbeast and I are dealing with this in different ways. The husbeast is pacing and ranting like a caged, well, like a caged husbeast, desperate to get the hell out of this apartment.
I cope a little differently.
...and the husbeast is price shopping "kegerators" - small refrigerators meant for a keg of beer.
Oooooh, this is gonna be interesting. I'll try to be better about documenting the madness. This'll be fun madness, not the stress madness I've been keeping radio silence on.
Kegerators. Good gods.