The Home

We have a home. There's bookcases with books and space for more. We have a sofa. The kitchen is currently a mess, but no longer a I-didn't-unpack-yet mess. More like a I-cook-in-here mess. Boyfriend and me put everything together, worked hard and now we have somewhere to live without having to shift stuff every time we want to use a different room. We even have mood lighting.

As we speak, our first load of laundry is drying. It's just towels, but we were running short on those. The rain soaked all the dry ones for the kitchen, so we can't do dishes. Hence the mess. Once they're dry, I'll sort out the clothes and do those. Yes, I'll call mom before washing my favorite bra. I'm only just starting a home, I'm not omniscient yet.

Of course, it's not perfect yet. There's still a power drill where I want to put my knitting project. There's a box set of dvds wandering around the living room. We discovered we should have bought a few more hooks than we did and there's still posters to hang up, too. The pile of kassett boxes I brought and emptied, I don't know what to do with. They got damaged in transit, but not enough to warrant throwing them out. I don't want to use them in the brand-spanking-new bookcases either, because they scratched up their previous bookcase to hell and I paid good money for these. And, yes, the bathroom might need a bit more organising, too. There's still winter sheets on the bed. I still have a purse with purse-junk I want to get rid of. My medication has not found a home yet. I desperately need a shower before I'm permanently sweated stuck to something.

But those are all little things. Things that can be done quickly. The big things, the ones we couldn't do alone and that took longer than half an hour to do, those are done.

My knitting and books have a place to sit. My desk is only missing a mouse pad. The cubby closest to the kitchen has plenty of room for more cooking books. (okay, honesty, baking books) I can make cakes and jelly pudding in the kitchen once we do the dishes. The cutlery fits into the kitchen trolley, which means there's more room in the kitchen cupboards. There's a comfortable chair for knitting and reading in the living room corner, close to one bookcase and out of the direct line of sight of the sofa in front of the tv. The sofa is looking gorgeous and fits absolutely perfectly in its place against the wall and the weird beam that dissects the room. All it needs is a few men playing video games on it to make the picture perfect. Boyfriend has a new desk chair so he can sit properly in front of his desk rather than slumped into the old couch chair he was using. We have fruit in the house, and the blender is finally clean and ready for some epic smoothie-making. My clothes are finally all fitted into the wardrobe since yesterday. Boyfriend's mom has been in to see after we finished the sofa and approved whole-heartedly of our efforts.

Now all I need to do is talk to Boyfriend's mom about a job and find a bicycle. That can't be that hard, right?