HOPE THIS UPDATE LASTS A WHILE

Wow, I really have gotten worse and worse at writing on here. I think the more I tell myself I'm going to write, the worse I get... However, today I'm laying sick in bed and can't get myself to sleep so I decided to update this pathetic thing I once called a blog.

I feel like so much has changed and yet, nothing has changed these past few months. We still spend our nights cuddled up on the couch multi-tasking watching TV and playing on our iPads but now we're doing it in a new house.

Aww, new house. We love this house. Now, don't get me wrong, our old house was a great house. Perfectly grand for someone with taste different from mine, but, it's hard to come home to a house that feels like it was meant for someone else.

This house, even though it's not modern and scandinavian and filled with sharp corners and cement goodness everywhere, it is headed in the right direction. The white cabinets, custom lighting and lack of wrought iron really get this house on par for my decorating taste. There's actually a lot of things that we prefer about this house... So here's my list of pluses this house had.

- Open-ish floor plan. The thing that's great about this plan is that there is a single floating wall that separates the kitchen from the family room. So no matter how hard visiting teachers may try, they can't judge my dirty dishes from the family room. It's such a relief on Sunday after church when I don't feel like cleaning up in time for the lovely ladies to stop by.

- Windows, SUNSHINE, so much sunshine. Natural light, something we lacked in our cave like structure we use to live in, townhomes can do that to you I guess. It didn't help that we were on the golf course and any time you opened the windows in our living area, many creepy men would be peering into your window to see what those houses on the golf course looked like inside. I now open my windows daily and love to have the sunlight fill the house in every corner. Jake would prefer I open them a little less because sometimes he's surprised when he's not fully dressed and walks downstairs to a fishbowl, but I feel like it's all worth it.

- Paintable walls, now I know that technically all walls are paintable, but I have a strong argument against that. At our old house we had this GIANT two-story vaulted ceiling that spanned across half of our main floor, kitchen, dining and living room. This wall was GIANT and because it was all open space, you couldn't just paint some, or half, or section of part of the wall. If you were to conquer some, you must conquer all. The thought of it would make me cringe, I couldn't decide what was worse, spending a few weeks painting that space, or hanging beautiful art against the peach/gold hue someone decided to put in that house. Luckily there is no wall too large in this house. Which has been fortunate considering the previous owner preferred powder blue walls in the rooms we spend the most time in.

-Under counter mounted sink- I feel like that's all I have to say.

-Master bathroom. Ahhh, now our old floor plan was pretty well crafted for the amount of space we had, but someone completely spaced the master bathroom. Our closet was larger than our bathroom. I'm pretty sure it was one of those things that the architects thought... oops, hmm, good enough. It was a glorified closet. Shower/tub combo and a toilet stuck right between the shower and the counter. Don't even get me started on jacuzzi/shower death traps. I'm 5'1, climbing in and out of that thing when wet was a hazard I don't have to stress out about anymore. We now have a rather large master bathroom with A SEPARATE SHOWER. It seems like a sweet miracle to me. I love taking a squidgy to that shower door, because I feel like it means that I've made it in life.

-My 5 minute walk to work that I usually drive anyways.

-Last but not least, the smell of air. Now, most people don't have to worry about their house smelling like an outhouse, but we did. We lived close by the sewer treatment facility. Some days you didn't smell anything at all, those were the blessed day. But then there were those days where if any of your windows were cracked you'd wake up gagging and feeling like you had gone back a few hundred years in civilization to when they would toss their waste into the curb. There were plenty of awkward moments when you would drive past the facility with someone new in your car and they would look over at you with accusing eyes and you would glare right back at them to make them feel self-conscious. However, that's all over now. Until I lived there I had never really noticed how a home smelt, now I do. And it's nice to be able to breath deep when I pull up to mine.

Overall we're really enjoying what this place has to offer.