|Farewell, old girl.You bent us, but you didn't break us. In fact, you were all right.|
I was all excited to tell you guys that's where I've been, but then I found out that, to go on sabbatical, you have to be a college teacher who needs a break every seven years, so that wasn't even remotely correctly correct.
*High fives the internet*
So it's been more like a hiatus. But you know what? The Kellermans are coming to a neighborhood near you. Or near someone. Possibly one of you guys. Apologies in advance. That's right, we found a house.
House hunting, as it turns out, is a time-consuming business, full of weirdly laminated surfaces and questionable flooring choices. Sometimes loose dogs. But it's also full of new possibilities and trying to envision yourself sleeping in another bedroom someone else has been sleeping in for the last twenty-nine years. Ok, that part's also awkward. The silver lining is, of course, finding a few of the token things you're looking for in a space, and delighting in finally having your own closet. And a wet bar in the living room.
Readers, the adventures in this new house are going to be amazing. And retro. And does anyone know the quickest way to take down flowered wall paper?
No matter. The new house, you're gonna love it. But seriously, any ideas on re-purposing a wet bar into something functional, like not a wet bar are welcome. More on that later.
In the meantime, let's take a moment to say goodbye to the Split level.
Four years of blog documentation.
Six years of living
One woman who miraculously still has her sanity sort of
(Please note: All pictures were staged so we could hide the fact this house was a big box full of crazy people 24/7, and sell it before the next ice age.)
|Not pictured: Person hanging artwork we don't own, precisely one ton of toys, and cat usually hanging off the window like a limp mink throw. When not blogging, I was painting that trim for eight hundred years.|
|Proof that I have two children. Or that I keep small beds in my house. Not pictured: Children who've turned this space into a genuine reproduction of the storming of the beaches of Normandy|
|Not pictured: HUGE pile of laundry living next to the vent. Fancy retro makeup table I never used for makeup and more for leaving shreds of my dreams and puddles of shampoo on.|
|We did a lot of living in this room. See what I did there? Not pictured: Herds of children fighting more than the cast of Gladiator. Three tons of toys. Me yelling.|
|Did I never tell you about the weird toilet in the basement? Pictured: Me not using this bathroom ever.|
|Backyard where we killed two snakes. By, backyard where we killed two snakes. Not pictured: Me running away in horror.|
|Deck where we did all our entertaining. Obviously. Take a load off. Margarita? Beer? Paint by numbers?|
|See ya later, Split level. A house well blogged.|
New sewer line
New light fixtures
One cat hanging on the outside of the window
This week is moving week. Can we get everything across town? Will I set up the utilities the same day we move in? Again, still taking wet bar ideas.
I don't know.
What I do know, is you better pack your things and come with. Because it's gonna be great.
Until Next Times, Readers!
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