A year ago today, we found our house.
Everyone is right: Owning a house is a huge responsibility. But being in control of when things get done, whether or not they get done, and the quality with which they’re done? Freedom. And not being able to hear our neighbors? Delightful.
I say this as we’re tripping over two lawn mowers in the basement since one was a lemon that I need to return. I say this as we’re considering getting new gutters because [mature trees + narrow gutters + maple seeds = gutters that need to be cleaned constantly]. I say this as we are looking at some social shopping site deals to get an electrician to hardwire our exterior outlets since running an extension cord 70′ across the basement makes no sense.
Now I wonder if the basement will actually be entirely unpacked before our closing anniversary of July 9th. I am feeling a bit doubtful.
Last night I found another large Rubbermaid bin full of fabric in the basement. Sure, this is great, because I found some fabric that I remembered missing. (Most of the time, when I unpacked my fabric, it was a great surprise to be reminded of what I had.) But I truly have no space on my shelves for the fabric.
I haven’t even started to unpack the yarn. There is nowhere to put it. Since I haven’t been knitting much lately, and since our basement is dry, I think the yarn is fine down there.
A few weeks ago at work, I found a reusable tote from a local yarn store in my mailbox. It had no name or note, and my class and I turned into detectives until we figured out who put the bag in my box. She is a new knitter and I might go through my yarn and find some stuff to give to her.
Since moving out of my parents’ house at 18, I have never taken this long to unpack. I was sure I was not going to be one of those people who has boxes left in the basement.
But it’s so easy to just chuck things in the basement…
Like a lemon lawn mower.