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Dec. 9th, 2011 12:24 amMy computer is finally set up in its new home in the garage bonus room "lair." It's... actually a little bizarre to sit upright, in a proper chair, and not have to balance my keyboard on my knees. We definitely need to get some heating out here, though, because computer =/= space heater. It's not so bad that I need gloves and a scarf, but I do have on a fleecy jacket and am considering getting some long johns under these jeans.
The house in general is pretty much set up now. There are of course a few boxes here and there, and some kitchen items are still MIA (how can _half_ a set of measuring cups go missing without the other half?), but we're settling in nicely. It's lovely to finally have enough space for everything, and then still have elbow room left after that. I've had this fascinating revelation that just because there's an empty space does not mean I have to put something in it. I can just... have space. There's a 6'x9' rug between the couch and the tv in the living room, and there is NOTHING ELSE ON IT. Okay, well, the baby's little play mat, but no coffee table or furniture. It's just this nice wide open spot. We have the leaf in our dining room table, and all six chairs set up around it and room to walk around it too. And Alan and I can both work in the kitchen at the same time. *gasp* what is this strange new world? Like, my bedroom contains my bed and two dressers. You know, bedroom stuff. And nothing else. It feels like a proper master bedroom. I remember when I was a kid and my parents would get on my case about keeping my room clean, I felt resentful that it was easy for them to keep _their_ bedroom clean, because they also had the whole rest of the house for their stuff. Everything I owned in the world was all in my bedroom; of course it was going to be a mess. Now I'm on the parent end of that.
And I finally really do feel like a grown up now. No matter that I was thirty, and married, and had two kids - in the apartment it felt like I was still just fresh out of college. Everything was messy because nothing had a proper place, the desks with the computers were in the bedroom and I spent all my time on mine because really what else was I going to do with myself? But now it's like I've finally escaped the holding pattern of the post-college twentysomething, and joined the rest of the world, and have a life instead of just... existing, you know?
Oh, I'm still far away from having a career, much less being successful at it. There's plenty of growing up for me to do, in several ways. But I haven't felt this content with my life in a long time.
The house in general is pretty much set up now. There are of course a few boxes here and there, and some kitchen items are still MIA (how can _half_ a set of measuring cups go missing without the other half?), but we're settling in nicely. It's lovely to finally have enough space for everything, and then still have elbow room left after that. I've had this fascinating revelation that just because there's an empty space does not mean I have to put something in it. I can just... have space. There's a 6'x9' rug between the couch and the tv in the living room, and there is NOTHING ELSE ON IT. Okay, well, the baby's little play mat, but no coffee table or furniture. It's just this nice wide open spot. We have the leaf in our dining room table, and all six chairs set up around it and room to walk around it too. And Alan and I can both work in the kitchen at the same time. *gasp* what is this strange new world? Like, my bedroom contains my bed and two dressers. You know, bedroom stuff. And nothing else. It feels like a proper master bedroom. I remember when I was a kid and my parents would get on my case about keeping my room clean, I felt resentful that it was easy for them to keep _their_ bedroom clean, because they also had the whole rest of the house for their stuff. Everything I owned in the world was all in my bedroom; of course it was going to be a mess. Now I'm on the parent end of that.
And I finally really do feel like a grown up now. No matter that I was thirty, and married, and had two kids - in the apartment it felt like I was still just fresh out of college. Everything was messy because nothing had a proper place, the desks with the computers were in the bedroom and I spent all my time on mine because really what else was I going to do with myself? But now it's like I've finally escaped the holding pattern of the post-college twentysomething, and joined the rest of the world, and have a life instead of just... existing, you know?
Oh, I'm still far away from having a career, much less being successful at it. There's plenty of growing up for me to do, in several ways. But I haven't felt this content with my life in a long time.
