My House

I really truly like my knew house. Really. Truly. We have been here for six months now and it feels wonderfully like home to me. Except for one weird aspect of it, it is the perfect house for THGGM and me.

The weird thing is the way one has to go to get into the basement. The basement is all usable space. meaning we use all of it, a lot.

Besides having an 'entry' area it has a large utility/laundry room. This room has a 3/4 bath. It also has a piano. A very nice piano. One with better sound then the one on the main floor. This area is to the right of the entry. To the left is a fantastic space for storage - containing what one would call a root cellar, it has all those built in wooden shelves. There is also a work room and a room that could easily be turned into a bedroom, with the addition of an egress window.

Straight through the entry are three separate living areas. I don't even know how to describe this except to say that we once lived in a house that didn't have as much livable footage as our basement living areas have.

But, to get to the basement one must go through the breezeway. This didn't seem like too much of a problem until it got cold. The breezeway consists of two outside walls that are ALL louvered windows/doors. This equals cold, even though THGGM stuck up that lovely plastic stuff all over it. It would be massively expensive to curtain. The primary entrance to our home is through the breezeway.

Can you see where I am going? Well. You certainly can if you are coming up to my main door! Me, the phobia queen, has a perfectly rational fear of being caught in my lovely bleach-stained bathrobe while hoisting a large load of laundry to the basement. And, if one forgets to bring ones clothes up during the day, one is illuminated as one runs down the stairs to retrieve said items. There is a clothes chute. I think I once was able to get a washcloth crammed down it. Then, when I went downstairs, I noticed that the chute dropped the washcloth directly in front of the hot water heater. That can't be good.

I just hate that. Not enough to hate the house, but enough to hate the fact that there is NO other way to get down there.

And, the basement area is where we have our DVD player. I know. It's 2008 and we only have one. One seems like an extravagance to me. So, if THGGM and I are watching a movie in the basement in front of a roaring fire we lay there knowing that we have to run through the freezing cold breezeway to get back into the house. I tell you., I have to watch the news just to know that there are people who suffer more than I.

I've been longing for one of those spiral staircases shown in the back of decorating magazines. I want to make a hole in the floor next to my side of the bed. As best as I can figure I would come out somewhere in my work room.

Oh, and I am still coughing. I'm sure that has something to do with the breezeway too.

Did I mention that I really, truly like this house? Yes. I do. I certainly do.