Well, the letter is in the mail. My grandmother should receive it in a day or so if she checks her mail, and I am looking forward to hearing back from her. J left me alone in the house for an hour or so on Sunday morning so that I could write it, and I enjoyed it. It went quickly, even with all the requisite small talk.
I have a number of different posts brewing, but some of them require too much work for my level of motivation today, so a ramble it is.
I think J and I have decided to stay in our current living situation. We have the opportunity to lock in our same rent price for another year, and while it’s not ideal, it’s okay. It’s better than trying to come up with first/last/deposit when I’m working part-time, and J is job hunting. There are several plus sides: We have good air conditioning for the hot summer months when I’m going to be miserably toasty, and we have a pool, which will be lovely all summer long.
The downside is space. We live in a two-bedroom apartment. It’s a nice-sized two-bedroom, but we moved here after living in a three-bedroom house. While we pared down significantly, we still have a full second bedroom/home office, and that is going to have to change. We’re trying to get creative with space-saving. This will mean more purging and organizing, both of which are things I don’t mind at all. The problem lies in the things we want to keep. We are, unfortunately, very into our hobbies. We love camping and hiking, so we have a fair amount of camping gear. We make candles, so we have the supplies for that. I crochet, so there are those supplies. J paints. And then my paretns gave us a set of golf clubs for Christmas. And on and on. We have a closet filled with hobby supplies and nowhere else to put them. We considered a mini storage at one point, but here, we might as well rent another apartment for what they wanted to charge for a 4’x4′ space. Seriously. Ultimately, this just means we have to get more creative, get rid of the guest futon, and be more discerning in what we keep. I’m honestly looking forward to it.
Fortunately, when our lease is up, Egghead will be about six months old. That is about the time we’ll probably want to start transitioning him/her out of our room anyway, making it a good time to move into a larger space. It’s not ideal. Moving is never really ideal, but it’s about the best scenario we can dream up at the moment (aside from winning the H.GTV dreamhome, which happens to be in our town this year–that would be the best scenario).
So in the next few weeks, I think we’ll begin working on that second bedroom. We will need a space for baby things, even if Egghead sleeps solely in a co-sleeper in our room, and, frankly, it seems weird not to have any sort of nursery. I imagine with a couple of trips to I.kea, we’ll make it all work.