i feel dirty
I'm settling into the new house and making all sorts of discoveries.
Most of the places I've lived since I moved away from home to begin college were more than one story (i.e., townhouses). I was a little concerned one level would be claustrophobic but it isn't bad so far. It made hauling all our things in much easier than traipsing upstairs with boxes and furniture!
The previous owner pleasantly surprised us by leaving a variety of goodies behind, including a Swiffer WetJet. It turned out to be an awesome toy, incredibly useful because the whole house is tiled and it cleans more efficiently than a regular Swiffer mop. There was also a catered meal left in the freezer, which was a thoughtful gesture we have yet to fully enjoy but plan to take full advantage of when we have time to scour the oven to heat it up. Apparently the WetJet is not the only thing forgotten. I began to preheat the oven the other day only to return to the kitchen and see smoke pouring out of it. I actually couldn't tell where the smoke was coming from as the range had several items we were in the process of putting away stacked on top of it. We exchanged alarmed glances and frantically raced for the stovetop. Turns out the Easy-Off or whatever still coated the interior of the oven. We haven't perused the manual to determine how to run the self-clean cycle yet, so we've been cooking in the toaster oven or microwave or using the burners.
Speaking of clean, I adore the shower in 'my' bathroom. It is a lovely stall, perfect for a person who rarely indulges in bubble baths. The water pressure is so invigorating I actually eagerly anticipate showering and relish every minute I spend in there. BUT this evening I washed my hands at the sink and reached for a decorative towel hanging near the aforementioned shower stall to dry them. I felt a little tickle on my arm, then on my leg, and I looked down to view a ROACH crawling near my bare foot. I am now repulsed at the idea of going into my former haven. I can't erase the memory of the sensation of the bug touching my body, either. *shudder* My boyfriend correctly pointed out we live in a tropical climate and bugs are not uncommon, but that still makes it hard to rest easy tonight.
Most of the places I've lived since I moved away from home to begin college were more than one story (i.e., townhouses). I was a little concerned one level would be claustrophobic but it isn't bad so far. It made hauling all our things in much easier than traipsing upstairs with boxes and furniture!
The previous owner pleasantly surprised us by leaving a variety of goodies behind, including a Swiffer WetJet. It turned out to be an awesome toy, incredibly useful because the whole house is tiled and it cleans more efficiently than a regular Swiffer mop. There was also a catered meal left in the freezer, which was a thoughtful gesture we have yet to fully enjoy but plan to take full advantage of when we have time to scour the oven to heat it up. Apparently the WetJet is not the only thing forgotten. I began to preheat the oven the other day only to return to the kitchen and see smoke pouring out of it. I actually couldn't tell where the smoke was coming from as the range had several items we were in the process of putting away stacked on top of it. We exchanged alarmed glances and frantically raced for the stovetop. Turns out the Easy-Off or whatever still coated the interior of the oven. We haven't perused the manual to determine how to run the self-clean cycle yet, so we've been cooking in the toaster oven or microwave or using the burners.
Speaking of clean, I adore the shower in 'my' bathroom. It is a lovely stall, perfect for a person who rarely indulges in bubble baths. The water pressure is so invigorating I actually eagerly anticipate showering and relish every minute I spend in there. BUT this evening I washed my hands at the sink and reached for a decorative towel hanging near the aforementioned shower stall to dry them. I felt a little tickle on my arm, then on my leg, and I looked down to view a ROACH crawling near my bare foot. I am now repulsed at the idea of going into my former haven. I can't erase the memory of the sensation of the bug touching my body, either. *shudder* My boyfriend correctly pointed out we live in a tropical climate and bugs are not uncommon, but that still makes it hard to rest easy tonight.
1 Comments:
CONGRATS on the new house!!! Water pressure makes all the difference...I gotta make a mental note to consider that when I'm in the market to buy a place! Yick about the roach, but best of luck & enjoy the new crib!
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