We've begun the unenviable tasks of places the pieces of our life in brown cardboard boxes. We've bought what I think and truly hope will be our dream home and we move on Monday, next Monday, a week from today. Problem being, the previous owners of the house that we bought aren't moving out until July 25th, so CB and I need to move to a "temporary home" until our new home is ready for us to make our own. I don't mind the double move, especially because we are moving to a virtual retirement village for 30-somethings, with a 24 hour fitness facility, a heated outdoor pool, a movie room all hooked up to cable tv so we can watch the Celtics and Red Sox in a theatre setting, a restaurant, a day spa and free wi-fi, and our unit has two bathrooms.
I've been waiting for my own bathrooms since I was a in utero.
I've never had my own bathroom, I grew up the middle child of three girls, and we had one bathroom in our home, five people getting ready for school and work in the morning with one bathroom required serious scheduling and no doubt resulted in a lot of arguing and raised voices in the morning, SO, the second bathroom is pure nirvana for me. I shouldn't get too comfortable, it is temporary, but I will revel in the glow of having my very own shitter for the next three months.
I want to cook, and I want to bake, but all my kitchen crap is wrapped in newspaper and sitting in boxes waiting for the big burly men to come and take it to the retirement village on Monday. I'll try to eek some recipes out between now and next week, but please bear with me while I make this transition. And then in July, please bear with me when I do it all again.