As of 6:45 on May 8th 2006
I offically have a house.
My first doorbell.
My first hardwood floors.
My first driveway.
My first front porch.
My first seprate living room, kitchen, family room, laundry room and dining room.
My first backyard.
My first living space with no upstairs, downstairs or side to side neighbors.
My first basement.
My first tree.
And shrubbery.
My first . . . not . . . an . . . apartment.
And it is rad.
Don't get me wrong, i love living downtown to death. But as of june 1st, i will no longer have to drive around for 20 minutes to find parking. I will no longer consider a 6 block walk a "close parking space." I wont have to wonder on the walk to my car in the morning if its been broken into (again), stolen (again), or towed (again). No more sharing a studio the size of a shoebox with another person and a cat. No more cooking, sleeping and showering in the same room. No more funky smell montage of the old lady across the hall's steamed cabbage and meatloaf combining with the little gay guy a two doors down's cat with hygiene issues. No more controlled access lobby. Instead of having no room for all of our crap, we wont have enough crap and too much room. It still blows my mind that we were barely making rent every month in a studio and when we move into a 4 bedroom historical, perfectly restored wonderland its easy.
My first doorbell.
My first hardwood floors.
My first driveway.
My first front porch.
My first seprate living room, kitchen, family room, laundry room and dining room.
My first backyard.
My first living space with no upstairs, downstairs or side to side neighbors.
My first basement.
My first tree.
And shrubbery.
My first . . . not . . . an . . . apartment.
And it is rad.
Don't get me wrong, i love living downtown to death. But as of june 1st, i will no longer have to drive around for 20 minutes to find parking. I will no longer consider a 6 block walk a "close parking space." I wont have to wonder on the walk to my car in the morning if its been broken into (again), stolen (again), or towed (again). No more sharing a studio the size of a shoebox with another person and a cat. No more cooking, sleeping and showering in the same room. No more funky smell montage of the old lady across the hall's steamed cabbage and meatloaf combining with the little gay guy a two doors down's cat with hygiene issues. No more controlled access lobby. Instead of having no room for all of our crap, we wont have enough crap and too much room. It still blows my mind that we were barely making rent every month in a studio and when we move into a 4 bedroom historical, perfectly restored wonderland its easy.