We're getting there. Kind of. If you can believe it, we moved into a place that's almost twice the size of our old apartment, yet has about half the amount of storage space. Obviously we knew this when we placed our offer, but now that we're actually faced with piles of our crap everywhere, our lack of closets is starting to feel a bit daunting. The two biggest culprits are our liquor and our books. We have a shit ton of both. Although I'm proud to say that our collection in the liquor and books departments is stellar, they are also two things that a) are a royal pain in the ass to move, and b) don't exactly shine when they're just thrown about in random corners and on empty tabletops. But I'm getting a new bookcase and bar cabinet out of this deal, so I am NOT complaining.
This past week I've learned that home ownership is both crazy radical and weird. I've learned that although I never would have thought it possible that a kitchen could be put together using simply bubblegum and matchsticks, it actually can (obviously, we're working on fixing that glitch). I've learned that neighbors can be likable people (who knew?). I've learned that I'm quite good at refraining from punching an electrician in the face who rudely tells me that I'm in his way in MY OWN HOUSE. I've learned that blinds truly are a necessity (working on that, too). I've learned that not compromising our wants and staying in Oakland (in our same neighborhood, even) was one of the best decisions we've made in this entire process. I've learned that some people practically want your soul for a set of vintage Brazilian rosewood dining chairs (I'm looking at you, shop owner on Ashby in Berkeley). I've learned that the highlight of my kid's day is riding the elevator. And I've learned that the highlight of mine is using our dishwasher. Dishwashers are so cool, guys.
It's late, I'm sleep deprived, and my bed-sans-baby-who-sleeps-sideways is calling me. My sister and her boyfriend will be in town for the weekend, and then we're off to Mexico. I just wanted to quickly thank all of you who have been so supportive during our whole house-hunting ordeal. Yeah, I get it now... when it's right, it's right. Even if it takes eight stupid months.