Happy To Be Here!

Yes, I know.  I say it all the time.  But it's true.

I love living in this house.

I really do.

Eacday I am reminded of a reason why I like it here.

You know, at first, two years ago when we were in the process of moving, I felt a little guilty for being happy.  I felt like I was betraying our home.  We had lived in the same house for the entire time we had been married.  Both of the girls were born when we lived in that house.  It was our home when we were a family of four.  The girls lived there through their school years, including college vacations.  They spent their last nights as Siemens girls in that house.  They had brought their children to that house and it was Mamaw and Papaw's house.   How could I leave that house that had so many memories?

But when it came right down to it....it was just a house.  I realized the memories would be with us wherever we were; we didn't have to be in that house to have them.

So we moved.  And I love this house.

And it just isn't the house.

I love being here.  On this property.

I love being closer to Hilary and her family. I love being closer to Megan and her family.

I love being closer to Lafayette (even though we aren't going there too much right now with the pandemic going on) and to bigger stores (not that we are shopping much now either).

Every morning I am thankful for the walk-in shower and the master bathroom which is right next to, you guessed it..the master bedroom.

I am super excited about air conditioning, now that it is getting warmer.  A couple of weeks ago I was not sleeping well because I was so hot, and Gary had not turned on the AC yet.  During the night he found one of the fans, plugged it into one of the bedroom outlets, and it was running during the night to cool off the bedroom.  I could hear that fan running, and it took me back to those stuffy nights, sleepless and damp, in the old house with the windows open, hearing every sound of the night and each vehicle that passed by, and listening to that fan.  Oh no!  I had to be sure that we were really in the new house and that the last two years hadn't been a dream.  No way do I want to return to those sleepless sticky nights!

The deck.  The gazebo.  The porch.  The patio.  Everything is conducive to sitting and visiting.  We didn't really have anywhere to sit outside at the other house.  Yes, there was the patio with the hottub and there was the sunroom.  We had a yard, but rarely did we ever sit in it.  Usually in the evenings we would sit in the living room and watch tv, with the fan blowing to cool off the room.  There was very little outside sitting.  To be able to enjoy the deck and the gazebo is just nice.  We have probably sat on the deck and enjoyed more meals out there this spring/summer than we did the entire time we lived on 550S.

The yard.  There is just something about the yard that I really like.  The grass covers it better.  Does that sound funny?  Well, it does.   The yard is huge.  There is so much room to walk around, for the kids to play, to wander.  I really enjoy it.

The lane.   Not only do I like being back from the road, somewhat isolated, I like walking to the mailbox.  There is a rise in the lane after passing over the creeEk.  I told Gary the other day that the rise seems to be the spot where we leave our little bit of paradise and return to the real world.  After we pass over that rise, we are soon back to the road, the neighbors, and the rest of civilization.  Upon return that rise turns into a dip and once over the creek, we are secluded again.

I also like the roominess of this house.  There are three levels and each one works independently of the others.  The main floor is just that..the main floor with the living room, the kitchen and dining room plus a full bathroom and the entrance to the garage.  The upstairs includes the three bedrooms and master bath.  The downstairs contains the family room, the laundry room, and my sewing room.  Gary and I can be in different levels and not bother each other, but we can communicate easily.  Other than needing the bathroom, one could stay in each of the levels all day without needing anything else.  Well, maybe food.

Yes, I am happy to be here.  Sometimes I think that this has just been a dream and that I might wake up and be back on the Francesville-Pulaski Blacktop.  I can tell you, the other night when I was trying to sleep and could hear the fan blowing, I was just a little worried that I might have been dreaming.  Just a little.....