Today marks two weeks since we received our keys. Two weeks since we became home owners. On that Wednesday night, we came over with two carloads of stuff, grabbed our keys, and started painting.
That first week, I painted two rooms plus a feature wall and moved 75% of our belongings by myself while B worked. One trip at a time. When the movers finally showed up, we were convinced it would only be one more car load after to finish cleaning out the apartment. Four one last trips later, and everything is finally here. We have more paint swatches on the wall because while buying unseen worked for the game room/master bed color it tanked when the living room’s lagoon green turned out to seem baby blue during daylight hours.
So now the feature wall where the 60 inch tv is mounted will have to be repainted. Because I’m not looking at baby blue. That shit can go in the guest bedroom. It’s not a bad color, it’s the right most in the above picture, but I was going for more the color next to it. So that will replace it as my main floor color. The bottom color will be the powder room colors. Eventually. My drive to finish fast has faded as things have become livable. But, it’s about time to get started again.
Loki likes the new house. Though he would like it more if there would quit being boxes. He takes naps on the stair landings and has the doors here all figured out. Thank goodness they’ll touch up paint for us for the whole first year. I think all he needs now is a puppy. People have asked us if we’ll be taking Sam back. The answer is no, with the short answer being that we have two full flights of stairs. She visited with our inlaws this past weekend and had to be carried up the stairs at bedtime. The long answer is that she really has decided they are her family. When they went to leave she was crazy anxious until she realized she was going with them. She was only ours until she met them. And then she became theirs.
There’s still so much to do. Lots of painting, getting and installing the shutters, getting and hanging the curtains, figuring out the patio, figuring out bookshelves, finding places for everything. But, we’re home. Even in the midst of the moving chaos, we have a home. And that makes it all amazing.