So we are maybe starting to hypothetically think about moving. Again. Deep down, I know how this will end: We spend a few months purging and cleaning and powering through the house repair/improvement to-do list, completely exhausting ourselves, then tour a couple houses that cost a bajillion more dollars than we can afford that also need like, a roof and floors and kitchen cabinets and ERMAHGERD THERE'S UGLY WALLPAPER EVERYWHERE, and then we look at each other and decide you know what? Let's just stay put for a little while longer.
But now Jason's on a new long-term project at work that has rendered our super-convenient/central location irrelevant, because he's driving for hours every day. We have new neighbors in the rental next door who are sloooooowly driving us insane in a myriad of first-world-problem ways. We still have all the same old complaints about space/privacy/townhouse living as ever, plus over the past year we've sort of fallen in love with an area further out from the city with excellent schools, lots of stuff to do, and housing prices that are not nearly so bonkerpants.
So I don't know. It still all sounds entirely too ambitious/drastic for us, to actually Deal With All Of The Things and move, but Jason is unusually motivated (a terrible commute will do that to you), and has been assigning me a specific House Project to tackle each day once I'm done with my half-day-ish amount of work.
Yesterday's project: Deal With That Weird Pile Of Crap By The Fridge In The Basement. The pile started out as a laundry pile -- mostly dry-clean-only items that just weren't important enough to take to an actual dry cleaner, outgrown winter coats, spare blankets, that fucking Gymboree parachute, etc. -- but while excavating it yesterday I found a million other random items have made their way into this pile, and not a single item in this pile was worth keeping. Crumbled holiday gift bags! Dishrags! One bedroom slipper! A size 18 month hoodie with a broken zipper!
So now there is no more pile. There are two giant contractor-sized trash bags instead, which I filled up with much glee before realizing they are now entirely too heavy for me to drag out and up the stairs. So I'll have to make Jason do that, which...hahahaha THIS IS HOW WE END UP WITH SPARE TIRES ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE.
Useful things I DID find yesterday, however, include a Lego in the dryer lint trap and my sunglasses in the toy kitchen's microwave. Because okay, sure.
Today's project is my office, which isn't so much of an "office" anymore. It's more like a room-sized equivalent of the kitchen junk drawer. (I am typing this entry from my unmade bed, while Ike plays Bionicles next to me, surely leaving a good half-dozen small pointy pieces in the sheets so I will wake up all weirdly indented tomorrow morning.) It'll probably be more of a multi-day project. And in keeping with tradition, I'll start with the random pile of clothing that no longer fits me but I've yet to donate because...I don't know! That feels like tempting/taunting the diet/exercise gods. Plus we've been entertaining quite a bit and I made gourgeres/cheese puffs two days in a row this weekend for our company ("for"..."our company") and probably ate several dozen of them all by my damn self.
But according to Facebook and Instagram, my hair looked good so that's all that matters.
Just roll me up into the moving truck with the furniture; these are totally worth it.