I love my "new" house. "New" is a relative term, as the house was built in 1880. But I love historic homes in historic neighborhoods. This one fits the bill.
Yet I am not loving the outdated kitchen. Yesterday as I tried to load the dishwasher, all I could think was, How did they live this way? It is temporary for us - we are doing a kitchen remodel. It is desperately needed. Cabinets are old, floors are yucky, appliances are dated. Kitchen is wa-a-a-a-y too small. Half bath is tiny.
It's OK - it's all changing. We can get by.
But I am loving the laundry chute - it is so convenient. We had one growing up, but as I did not actually do said laundry, I did not realize how very cool it was.
Now I know.
I also love my little dressing room off our bedroom. It is adorable. And I love all the closets - a coup for an old house.
But - on a totally unrelated note - I am missing the Houston Chronicle. Such a great paper. But that's why we have the Internet. (When it's working.)
Mostly, I am happy. All these things that bug me? They can all be changed. The things that can't are small. I am overcome with calm, with a serene feeling that all is right with the world. Tranquility. Contentment.
Zen. Peace, all.
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