So, my husband (J) and I just bought a old/new house in the city. Old because it was built in 1932, new because it was recently gutted and remodeled, and it's new to us. It has the best of both worlds: solid construction and early 1900s charm with all new appliances, fixtures and paint. All the real estate books tell you not to fall in love with the house because you'll pay too much. Well guess what? I fell in love with the house and I still got a hell of a deal.
We've bought a lot of stuff to put in this new house in the last few days. New bed coverings for the master, stupid $100 trash can that J had to have, curtains, curtain rods, tie-backs, you get the picture. Man, is it easy to spend all of the hard-earned cash we've put away for the last four months. I love everything we've bought, and know it's necessary, but I hate seeing the bank account dwindle.
The big problem is the unpacking. Having moved from a tiny two-bedroom apartment, we don't have much furniture. What we do have is a ton of books. Seriously. We also have a ridiculous amount of kitchen stuff that we probably don't need but I just can't bear to throw away. Two sets of dishes, two sets of glassware, too many pots and pans... All from before we were married, but neither of us wants to get rid of "my" set. We've been here two days, and my anal retentive tendencies want me to stay up all night and unpack. However, with a 14-month-old that wakes up at seven, that's not the wisest course of action. So I'll go to sleep and just dream about unpacking. But I will be dreaming in my fluffy new duvet. :)
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