Sunday, November 21, 2010

I have not forgotten about you. . .

We hung the beadboard board in the guest room! We bought wood flooring for the office! We put a coat of primer and a coat of paint on the upstairs hallway. We bought a refrigerator! We visited many stores looking for lighting, bathroom vanities, and other household decor. We have accomplished much in the weeks since I last wrote.

So why have I not blogged?

Exhaustion.

Until (hopefully) tomorrow,
Your Suburban Friend

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Does the painting never end?

I feel like we paint daily, and we have not yet finished even the upstairs. Argh!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Moving right along

The PODS (Portable On Demand Storage) has come!

The PODS arrives in suburbia! They unload it off the truck with this transformer like machine - so no tilting!

It has also gone - all in the span of 24 hours.

At the beginning of October we flew to Houston and spent less than 48 hours in the land of chile con queso. We rented a giant SUV and drove to Livingston (where PODS apparently fears to tread). With the help of many family members, we loaded up the SUV, my Mom's van, and my brother-in-law's car with furniture and ephemera from my grandparent's house. We drove the things to my Mom's house in Houston, loaded the PODS, ate Mexican food, slept, and then got back on the plane to PA.

After eating lunch in the Cleveland airport, (ahh, the romance) we picked up the dogs from the in-laws, drove from Harrisburg to suburbia (2 hours), slept, then went to work. This was an exhausting weekend. I feel tired after typing the summary. However, if additionally we had to drive all the furniture from Texas to PA, I do not think we would have arrived in one piece (at least mentally).

So PODS to the rescue. For the next two weeks, while we were working, eating, sleeping, commuting, animal amusing, and living our everyday lives, the PODS was slowly making its way northward. It was delivered to the townhome's parking lot last Friday. The family and the husband had done a wonderful job in Texas tetris-ing all our new belongings into the PODS, so everything arrived intact, even the china! (I would have helped pack the PODS, but my mother had sent me in search of all my high school and college belongings still living at her house that she wanted gone, gone, gone.)

So the PODS arrived on Friday afternoon. We unloaded on Friday night. By Saturday afternoon, the PODS was gone, and we had furniture!

The husband unlocking the PODS. Will things have survived?
The inside of the PODS pre-unload. Tetris works!

Our den no longer looks like a storage unit. It actually looks like a den. The peace of mind this brings is palpable. Walking into our house is so much more, well, everything now.

Our den pre-adding furniture from Texas. Depressing!

As Rosie O'Donnell used to say, I make no money from these people, I just enjoy their product. Huzzah PODS! Thank you!

Stay tuned for pictures of the den now!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

We actually got something done on a week night!

Suburban miracle, in 3 parts:

Last night we managed to prime the guest bedroom,

instead of letting the TV suck us into its vortex,

and none of the animals rubbed against the newly painted walls. 

I'm excited!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Another weekend in the rearview mirror

Another weekend with plans to paint, clean, and put up chair molding. What actually happened? We went to a pre-Halloween party dressed as a double-stuffed oreo and then I worked on Sunday.

Friday, October 8, 2010

A little about me. . .

I currently live reluctantly in the suburbs of Philly (I did not really want to reveal that to anyone, but the post office screwed me there), with aspirations to move to Austin in __ years. (Pet peeve - books that use a blank instead of a name. She was murdered by Mr. G____ in the city of K____. Just make something up. A blank is not helpful to me.) In this case the blank is contingent on my husband and I agreeing on a time frame, and at least one of us finding a job.

Before this section of my life, I lived in Manhattan for 8 years. I grew up in Houston, TX. I enjoyed both places greatly. When I first moved to PA, we lived in Philadelphia. However, Philly has yet to reveal its magical side to me. I am not sure that I did all I could to seek it out, and maybe it was partly Manhattan hangover, but either way, I have not felt the vibe man.

So, we were living in Philadelphia, waiting for the magic, and then we bought a house in the suburbs. The pros of this included a shorter commute for me, and taxes that were dramatically less. The cons - we now live in suburbia. In addition, I now feel it necessary to pull out a 5 minute explanation when someone questions where I am from.

Conversation 3 years ago:

Other: Where do you live?
Me: New York City
Other: Wow
Me: I know

Conversation now:

Other: Where do you live?
Me: Outside of Philadelphia. I lived in New York for a long time, and I am from Texas, but I moved so that my husband and I could be in the same city. I mean, we would live in Philly, but the commute for me would be terrible. My husband did not want to live in NYC, so I moved to PA as kind of a compromise. We would live here for a while, and then we would end up in Texas. I am not sure when that will happen, because of the economy and all, but hopefully in 3 to 5 years. We both really like our jobs and all, but I miss walking to things and just city life. So we live in the suburbs. We bought a townhouse. The carpet is burnt orange and aqua. We're working on it.
Other: (Other left halfway through this monologue for a drink, and will probably not be returning).

So that is a little bit about where I am physically. Living in suburbia. Mentally? I like my job, really like my home life (husband, pets, king-sized bed), and I am concentrating on redecorating our townhouse.

I plan to tell my husband I am blogging. . .

. . .but no one else. At least that is the plan so far.