Suburbia

We moved. Man, what an adventure. We were literally packing things up and putting them in the truck. Our friends were troopers, they survived the ordeal and did it with a smile. We vowed never to move ourselves again but we saved a heluva lot of money and 'had fun' doing it.

We're now residents of Long Island - the suburbs. It's quiet and dark here at night. You can make a right on red. You drive to the giant supermarket at the shopping center. I always thought I was more of a suburban person but it's taking a little getting used to after living in the city for 12 years. I'm just happy to have my garage and yard.

We're finding out the house has a few 'quirks'. Here's a few.

• The kitchen has some very odd features such as the island that's too low and positioned too close to the wall for anyone to sit comfortably at. The crappy old dishwasher leaks like crazy and has caused damage to the surrounding floor; water streams down into the basement like a waterfall.
  
• The full bathroom is even more strange - the tub/shower is situated in a corner and has very little room to get in and out of it. Plus there's no linen closet.
  
• The family room is freezing and feels closed-off from the rest of the house, probably because it used to be a garage.
  
• There is not a good place to put the littler boxes for our cats, we're stepping over them right now since they're in the landing between the kitchen and family room.
• There's a large, white post sticking up from the peak of the roof where the electricity comes from the street. I guess this is what's meant by the joys of home ownership.
  

All in all though, we feel comfortable here and have already put our stamp on the place. Things will happen slowly if Amy can help it. If it were me, I'd have probably torn the kitchen and bathrooms out already. I must exercise restraint here though it is hard. I'm looking forward to the day when we can start correcting some of the blemishes and make it really nice.