My House is Scary

My house intimidates me.

It could be the huge financial responsibility, the weight we will drag along for the next 30 (!) years. It could be amount of space we now have, and now have to clean. It could be knowing that this is it, all our eggs are in one basket, all we've got is each other and these walls. Or it could be the firsts.

Yes, the firsts. This week has been full of them: first night, first shower, first meal, etc etc. And there are many more to come. And I feel like each of these firsts sets the tone for the next stage in our lives. For example, I baked my first cake in my new oven on Thursday. It came out sub-par. What does this mean for the hundreds of cakes I will bake here over the course of time? Will they all be cursed? Or can I break the first curse?

Whats worse is, that, in the grand scheme of things, the cake is pretty irrelevant. What about our first fight? Our first party? Our first hanky-panky? What if they all suck? I can't be condemned to a life of bad fights, lame parties, and sub-par sex just because the first time in the house was terrible.

So, I've been going out of my way to make sure our firsts, however trivial, are good firsts. We had our first guests and had fun. We ate our first meal and it tasted delicious. We mowed the lawn for the first time and nobody lost any appendages. So far, so good.

We're In!

Yesterday was the big day - moving day.

During the last week we packed up most of our stuff and shuttled it between the apartment and the house. When the movers came Saturday morning there was very little left to do - they picked up the big stuff and we were on our way. The whole move took less than three hours and was about as painless as it could be.

After the furniture was moved we started unpacking, and we've been doing nothing else for the last twenty four hours. Ugh. But its starting to come together - clothes are in the closet, pots and pans have homes in the cabinets. So far our biggest problem has been that we have too much space! We went from 700 sq ft to almost 1200 so filling out that extra 500 feet is no easy task. But we are making progress.

Pictures to come once its less of a mess!

Today...

I'm painting my house.

That's so awesome to say... My house.

Well Hello Again

I'm back, literally and figuratively.

I spent a glorious, glorious week in Boston and Nantucket. I had the best time. I saw some old friends, I went to the beach every single day, I read books, I ate a whole lot of ice cream and I enjoyed pretty much every second. Mostly I just spent time with my grandmother, my aunts and uncles, and my cousins. I love my family so much.

Then I came back and it was back to real life. And it wasn't that bad.

Work is work. I'm getting a new job soon which makes me happy because I won't have to deal with a lot of the same crap I've been dealing with, but makes me sad because I love my coworkers. But the new job will be closer to home and I will be thrilled to spend less time in my car.

We close on our new house tomorrow. Its scary and exciting and unbelievable all at the same time. I'm so excited to paint and move in and make it a home.

I start school later this month. I find it so funny that while in college, all I wanted to do was graduate. As soon as I graduated, all I wanted to do was go back to school. Now that I'm starting again, I wonder how long it will be until I can't wait to graduate again?

Amazing

Thankful

Have I mentioned lately how wonderful my life is?

Here's how this week lines up, so you can see.

Monday: Easy start to the week plus overtime plus ice cream for dinner
Tuesday: Soccer, then D comes home FINALLY
Wednesday: Hump day/hang out with mah boyyyyyyyfrien'
Thursday: Soccer. (It doesn't take much to please me?)
Friday: Date night
Saturday-Saturday: Fly to Boston and spend a whole week on Nantucket.

See? Plus, in this time we should close on the house, set a date to move in, and become real homeowners. Amazing.

Excess

I love living in California for a lot of reasons. The weather, the proximity to home, the local events. Mostly, though, I love the produce. Maybe a little too much.

Right now I have a ridiculous amount of fruits and veggies in my apartment. Wanna know why? First, one of my favorite things to do on Saturday mornings is head to the Santa Monica farmer's market. The produce is all locally grown, usually picked the day before, fresh, ripe, and tasty. Second, my patients brought in a bunch of ripe stuff that they grew at home. That's organic, right? Third, one of my favorite grocery stores from home, Sprouts, just opened a location in Culver City and I went to check it out today for the first time

Here's what I have right now.

3 Oranges
1 Apple
1 Watermelon
2 Cantaloupe
2 lbs cherries
4 kiwi
5 peaches
3 lbs apricots
10 lemons
3 limes
1 bag spinach
3 onions
2 green peppers
1 red pepper
5 tomatoes
6 bananas
4 cartons of blueberries
1 nectarine
4 zucchini
1 avocado

What in the world am I going to do with all of this?

Got It :)

Offer accepted. In escrow. Holy crap.