Glen Hansard – Cry Me A River
Glen Hansard – Leave
We finally have a house and we’ll be moving there sometime at the end of the week. The owner’s father was an architect who designed the house in the style of Frank Lloyd Wright. It’s beautiful and unique but at the same time it will be a big adjustment since the rooms of the house aren’t in the typical square shape.
The bathroom (there’s just one, gulp) is in a narrow diamond shape and the living room is a pentagon shape with a gorgeous skylight but it also has a built-in couch (we bought a big sectional couch just last year, not sure how that’s going to work out). Since both of the bedrooms on the main floor are too small for us, we’ll have to make the finished basement our bedroom.
I’m still iffy about that but I think it will work out. I’m so used to having our room only a few feet away from our daughter’s room. I’ll get a good work out since I check on my daughter at least 20 times (give or take) a night before I go to bed.
The front of the house is really nice and private. The little girl and I can have a garden and my hubby wants to put in a koi pond. There’s a forest in the back of the house with trails and a creek. It feels like you’re a million miles away from everything but really it’s just a few minutes away.
Right now I’m having renter’s remorse just because the house is so different and unusual. I have no idea where all of our things are going to go or if they will fit. I wish we had time to look for a more suitable house but we don’t.
My little girl LOVES the house and all of the room that she has to toddle around in and she just loves the front yard. So all of the adjustments that we’ll have to deal with will be so worth it for her.
I also know that once the stress of the move and the chaos of staying in hotel rooms for 3 weeks dissipates, I will love the house just as much as my hubby and little girl. Have a great week!
*Since the house is so nice but at the same time very reasonably priced (we’re renting), I’m waiting for some kind of catch. It got me thinking that maybe it’s built on top of an Indian burial ground a la’ Poltergeist.
If the dining room chairs start sliding across the floor or an ominous looking tree smashes through a window, grabs my hubby, and starts to eat him then I’m grabbing my daughter, the cat, and my partially digested husband and we’re getting the hell out of there.