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Thursday, February 18, 2010
ManCave go bye-bye.
I never thought it would happen.
I just assumed that we’d move before Scott gave up his home office. It’s his little den of collectibles: basketball shoes and Star Wars ...er… “stuff.” Up until a couple of weekends ago there were huge plastic crates and cardboard shoe boxes stacked in front of three walls. (His huge stainless steel desk and a couple of bookcases made up the fourth wall.) Now, although he said in the past that he would *never* put that stuff in the attic - guess what? Stuff is in the attic. Not the shoes, of course.
That picture is of Scott’s legs as he’s pushing crap around at the attic entrance. I’m so happy he didn’t ask me to help. For one thing, there are mice up there. I hear them. For another thing, those freaking crates are heavy - even more so when you’re trying to push/drag/shove/pull them up a ladder.
The plan is that Rosco will move into the room Scott is evacuating, and that’s pretty lucky for him. It’s the bedroom that gets the most light. We decided that having a newborn sleep in a room that bright is courting disaster, so Rosco gets dibs…for now, anyway. Darling fetus will get Rosco’s old room…for now, anyway.
I think we still want to move sooner than later. This house really wasn’t designed with young families in mind. We really can’t be in the kitchen without being on top of each other, and noise travels way too well. I can hear Rosco and Scott cutting up way on the other end of the house from the master bedroom on weekend mornings. I can literally hear every word they’re saying. Part of that is due to my supersonic hearing…the rest is due to the nature of hardwoods bouncing sound around.
No clue when we would move. Neither of us is really paying attention to the housing market right now. We just know that what we’re looking for in a piece of property is hard to come by at an affordable price around Chapel Hill and South Durham. Rosco starts kindergarten in 2012 (he missed the cut-off for next year), so we have to make the next move *count.*
Ditto on the house part. I’m already Craigslist searching (for when we move back in July) and finding something with 4 bedrooms, some hardwood floors, an updated kitchen and fenced in backyard (or any backyard) is tough! I’m not interested in the cookie cutter neighborhoods, but want to be in SW Durham area. Ugh! Good luck on that one.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 02/18 at 01:57 PM
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It’s really ridiculous. I grew up in the boonies with a corn field next door and cotton across the street, so the idea of tract housing makes me a little uncomfortable.
We’ve even toyed with the idea of looking out in Hillsborough or Efland. We looked in Pittsboro once at this new modern housing development! Big lots, but waaaaaaaay too far. It always comes down to commute time, though. While I’d probably be okay with a 30-minute drive through the country, Scott wouldn’t. His commute is currently about 5 miles and he tends to work late. I guess I don’t like the idea of him falling asleep getting home.
ManCave go bye-bye.
I just assumed that we’d move before Scott gave up his home office. It’s his little den of collectibles: basketball shoes and Star Wars ...er… “stuff.” Up until a couple of weekends ago there were huge plastic crates and cardboard shoe boxes stacked in front of three walls. (His huge stainless steel desk and a couple of bookcases made up the fourth wall.) Now, although he said in the past that he would *never* put that stuff in the attic - guess what? Stuff is in the attic. Not the shoes, of course.
That picture is of Scott’s legs as he’s pushing crap around at the attic entrance. I’m so happy he didn’t ask me to help. For one thing, there are mice up there. I hear them. For another thing, those freaking crates are heavy - even more so when you’re trying to push/drag/shove/pull them up a ladder.
The plan is that Rosco will move into the room Scott is evacuating, and that’s pretty lucky for him. It’s the bedroom that gets the most light. We decided that having a newborn sleep in a room that bright is courting disaster, so Rosco gets dibs…for now, anyway. Darling fetus will get Rosco’s old room…for now, anyway.
I think we still want to move sooner than later. This house really wasn’t designed with young families in mind. We really can’t be in the kitchen without being on top of each other, and noise travels way too well. I can hear Rosco and Scott cutting up way on the other end of the house from the master bedroom on weekend mornings. I can literally hear every word they’re saying. Part of that is due to my supersonic hearing…the rest is due to the nature of hardwoods bouncing sound around.
No clue when we would move. Neither of us is really paying attention to the housing market right now. We just know that what we’re looking for in a piece of property is hard to come by at an affordable price around Chapel Hill and South Durham. Rosco starts kindergarten in 2012 (he missed the cut-off for next year), so we have to make the next move *count.*
Anyway. I’m going to go do some work now.
(Not really.)
Posted by Tiffany on 02/18 at 01:16 PM
_______________________________________________________________Ditto on the house part. I’m already Craigslist searching (for when we move back in July) and finding something with 4 bedrooms, some hardwood floors, an updated kitchen and fenced in backyard (or any backyard) is tough! I’m not interested in the cookie cutter neighborhoods, but want to be in SW Durham area. Ugh! Good luck on that one.
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 02/18 at 01:57 PM
***It’s really ridiculous. I grew up in the boonies with a corn field next door and cotton across the street, so the idea of tract housing makes me a little uncomfortable.
We’ve even toyed with the idea of looking out in Hillsborough or Efland. We looked in Pittsboro once at this new modern housing development! Big lots, but waaaaaaaay too far. It always comes down to commute time, though. While I’d probably be okay with a 30-minute drive through the country, Scott wouldn’t. His commute is currently about 5 miles and he tends to work late. I guess I don’t like the idea of him falling asleep getting home.
Posted by Tiffany on 02/18 at 02:20 PM
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