- The dishwasher
- The full-size washer and dryer (I can wash blankets!)
- Showers that actually have water pressure
- The full-size fridge with cubbies on the door that fit gallon milk jugs
- So much kitchen storage that two drawers are empty
- The pantry
- Cream-colored walls
- The linen closet with a compartment for the vacuum cleaner
- A closet for my yarn and fiber
- An oven with a glass door and a light
- The light fixtures in the dining room
- A dining room so we can eat at a table
- Crushed ice, ice cubes, and filtered water from the door of the fridge
- Carpet that isn't red shag from the 70's
- Big windows
- Close to town
- Two towel bars in the bathroom
I could go on and on. I was sitting in the living room watching Fellowship of the Ring last night, knitting, with the baby asleep in the back room, and all of a sudden I felt like I was back in high school, babysitting at someone else's house. It's so strange to be in a nice, comfortable house and know it's mine. After 10 years of renting whatever we could afford during our grad school and Shaun's PhD, I feel like we're all of a sudden.... I don't know. Grown-ups? Real people? It's a very strange feeling.
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I'm so jealous... I was talking to my father yesterday and suddenly realized that where I live now - with my husband - is about half the size of where I've lived on my own, and those places weren't big either....
We're starting the house-buying process, but it'll be a while. Can I stay with you until then?
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