Ah. Winter.
We have spent the last month with our noses to the grindstone and our schedules scattering us in all directions. It's been nuts. And then, snow. A LOT of snow. So much snow that the awning on the back porch collapsed under the weight of it. We probably should have folded that up before winter came. But it was stuck when we tried to close it and we were short on time and...ah well.
About a week ago when Grace and I returned from errands and I waded through knee deep snow from the car to the back door, I found a small bag hanging from the knob. After I wrestled the door open and then peeled all of the layers off of my wiggling one year old, I opened the bag and pulled out a jar of candy and a note from our old realtor. The note told me that he resold our old condo.
Sigh. Our old condo. Our old clean, warm, FINISHED condo. He also mentioned that there were pictures of it on his website.
I tried not to look. I tried to resist the temptation to stare at the screen longingly, remembering that very, very, very finished space. And the underground parking. But I couldn't. I folded. The snow froze my brain.
My first thought upon viewing my old digs?
Holy crow!! I bought that condo for $185K in 1998. And it just sold for wha-a-a-at????
At first, I felt regret. That is the color that I painted the living room and is the reason that I met Aaron! (My roomie recruited him to help with the painting.) Those are the duette shades I installed! And the fireplace is still the same. Sigh. Those are our lightswitch covers and I scraped every inch of old paint off of those door knobs. Except for kitchen (the cabinets have been replaced and the magnificent old Magic Chef stove is gone) and the furnishings, the place looks very much the same.
And then I remembered the condo board meetings. The assessments. The lack of ability to get any infrastructure improvements made. The lack of parking in the neighborhood. And I didn't feel so badly anymore.
But it was very clean and finished, wasn't it?
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Comments
Your house totally kicks that condo's butt, AND you have total freedom to do whatever you want with it! Plus, Grace will have fond memories of all the house projects you'll get to tackle together, and she'll be the handiest toddler on the planet. ;)
I'll admit that I sometimes daydream about buying an apartment in a southern climate and saying F-this to all the house nonsense. I'd miss it terribly, I'm sure, but not having to stress about all that stuff would be nice for a few months.
Posted by: mindy | February 26, 2007 12:48 PM
There wouldn't by any chance happen to have been jelly beans in that jar, would there?
Posted by: The Old Man | February 26, 2007 9:58 PM