My husband and I have never owned a house before. It makes sense that a lot of this House Stuff would be new to us.
Case in point: the unanticipated expenses I mentioned the other day.
But now that we’re on the cusp (and by “cusp” I mean “late October”) of moving into our own house (FINGERS CROSSED), I am also facing up to a few things I have never had to deal with before.
You see, I grew up in the country. We did things a little differently out there. So I’m looking forward not only to brand new experiences of home owning, but brand new experiences period, including:
– Raking leaves!*
– Getting MAIL! In a MAILBOX!**
– Dealing with trash!***
– Shoveling snow!****
– Neighbors who live so close you can see their homes from your windows!*****
– Doing whatever one does with a security system! ******
– Caring for a sidewalk!*******
– Trick or treaters!!!!! ********
Well. Owning a home certainly sounds like a lot of work.
Except for the mail. When I used to visit my grandparents in the summer, I’d write letters (letters! On paper!) to my friends back home. I LOVED putting the letters in the mailbox and putting the little red flag up? down? to signal to the mailperson that the metal canister was full of precious cargo waiting to be delivered.
Clearly I am very lucky to be married to a man who grew up in a city. So he’ll know how to do things like “set out the trash” and “talk to neighbors.”
* We didn’t really have any trees, but the three we did have didn’t produce a whole lot of leaves. Plus, our lawn was so ginormous it was pretty pointless to do anything about them.
** My parents have post office boxes in town.
*** My dad would take the trash to the dump. By himself. Okay, that’s not fair. Sometimes he took a dog with him too.
**** My dad would snowblow our driveway, so he and my mom could navigate it on snowy days. But seeing as it’s nearly a half-mile long and winds up a hill, shoveling wasn’t really an option.
***** I used to ride my bike the two miles to my childhood friend’s house. She wasn’t our only neighbor. But the closest ones live up an even longer, steeper hill and are still half a mile down the road from us.
****** Big, scary, bite-your-junk-off dogs.
*******No sidewalks. Just miles and miles of gravel and fields.
******** We likely won’t be moved in until after Halloween. But still! I look forward to having costumed children ring my bell and demand candy.