Every Friday I say to myself, “I’m going to write a blog post tonight,” because what else is there to do on a Friday night when you’ve already exhausted all your Netflix / DVR marathon options? But I’ve come to learn that with our new home comes a never ending list of shit to do. Laundry, vacuum, pick up Chunk’s toys, pick up all the other random crap lying around the living room, load/unload the dishwasher, weed the yard, shop for groceries, etc. You might be saying, “Aside from the yard, didn’t you have to do all those things in NYC anyway, you gross slob??” Well, yeah sort of, but not really. We paid per pound to have our laundry done and folded by the laundromat down the street, cleaning up knick-knacks around our 400 square foot studio took all of ten minutes, and we rarely had to do dishes since we were almost always eating out of take-out containers.
I’m not complaining about the chores (OK, maybe I am a little). It’s just taking time to acclimate to our new home and our routine here. We’d probably have an easier go of it if we did a little bit at a time throughout the week, but housework is about the last thing either one of us want to do after a long day and commute, so we leave everything to the weekend. It’s not that I’m a slave to my house (OK, maybe I am a little). Life has been full of changes, large and small – I just haven’t had the time or motivation to put some cohesive thoughts together on them. But a life not worth blogging about is a life not worth living, or something like that right? (Just kidding, Instagram is what gives life meaning, not the blog, and I blow that ish up on the regular.)
So here we go, a brain dump of what’s been going on in Casa URB so far this summer (in no particular order because that would just be too much thinking right now):