I wanted space. A place for my husband to watch the news at 5:30 without kids in the way. A kid-free master suite. An office separate from our bedroom.
And I got it. 2400 square feet of space, all on one level, plus a fantastic patio and backyard with beautiful landscaping.
I'm drowning in all this space. Says the girl who, years ago, tucked herself into tiny hidden secret spots to scribble her emotions into journals while smoking cigarettes.
The kids are away this week for annual VBS with the grandparents and three hours later I'm still walking around aimlessly. The microwave has beeped endlessly calling me to eat and Tru TV is somehow playing in the living room.
Must get a handle on this grown up house and shit.