Last night I wrote this long meandering essay on Selling Your House: Lessons Learned, and then the internet went out. And instead of marching around yelling, "Suckcast!" at various intervals, I've decided to take it as a Sign. At least for now. Perhaps I should wait a few more days until I've decided what I've learned. At LEAST.
In the meantime, the internet went out and the wireless only works in a two-step radius of the router and Phillip was so angry and so up against a deadline he drove to WORK so he could do his homework last night. And while crappy wireless isn't truthfully a characteristic of living in an Old House (it's actually a characteristic of SUCKCAST), I think it's a half decent segue into a segment I'll call: Living In An Old House: Quirks and Complaints.
On the Quirks side we have things like sloping uneven floors and the utter lack of a linen closet. (A'Dell! Your advice please!) What we've gained in a third usable bedroom is the loss of an entry way and office, so I'm having a hard time figuring out where to put things like Phillip's computer stuff and all our coats and scarves and hats. This house is not bigger, just laid out VERY differently. Each room is its own space, as opposed to my old house which was as open as you could be. And the space, while awesome and flexible, is just generally sort of Un-Intuitive. It's taken us a long time to decide what goes where, and we're still not sure. The upstairs smaller living room currently holds the smaller of the couches, both of our desks, my rocking chair and the bookshelves. The downstairs just-slightly-bigger living room/playroom has the bigger couch, the giant Expedit bookcase, the wardrobe (holding the coats and scarves), the TV, the little bathroom cabinet (which is the TV stand for now) and all the kids' toys (except for what we left in Jack's room when he doesn't feel like napping.) But because of the layout down there, there's really only one way to arrange the furniture and it was totally bugging me until yesterday when I pushed the couch about five inches closer to the wall and suddenly all was well in the world again.
On the Complaints side...
The laundry area has an uneven concrete floor which I planned to cover with a big carpet scrap from my old house. Except that the door going outside practically scrapes against the floor as it closes, so I can't put ANY carpet down. This annoys me.
The water pressure in the downstairs shower is nonexistent. I forgot what this was like. (SPOILED!) Also, we ran out of hot water the other day. I can't remember the last time that happened to me. (SHUT UP! SO SPOILED!)
And that's it. I mean, for now. I reserve the right to discover other things to complain about. But everything else either feels like one of those Oh, It's An Old House, Of Course It's Near Impossible To Control The Temperature or isn't really an issue, like the appliances. I think that dishwasher is as old as I am, yet it appears to work better than my previous fancy one. I KNOW. The washer and dryer are REALLY loud, but there's a door to close and it doesn't really bother me. The oven is spectacularly clean inside and works just great, if the carrot cupcakes and Coca Cola cake I made over the weekend are any evidence. (Various people going on airplane trips brought me their perishables and what ELSE was I supposed to do with carrots (ugh) and buttermilk?) (Also, remind me to give you the coke cake recipe because OMGHEAVENLY.) (And I HATE Coke.)
We still have boxes lying around and I'm still unsure about a few things. We need a different TV stand, if only because the bathroom cabinet seems a little wobbly (see: uneven floors). We did get Jack a Craigslist dresser and Phillip gallantly agreed to work with plastic storage drawers in the closet so I could have the big dresser. I'm doing my usual terrified-to-hang-anything-on-the-walls thing. Oh, and we need a little filing cabinet and I haven't even started on the garden and I want to spend our entire tax return on decorating a house we don't plan to live in for very long. WHAT OF IT.
Oh, I forgot to put on the Complaints side: yes, I'm within walking distance of nine thousand things but UNFORTUNATELY, everything is UPHILL. Or downhill, but that just means walking uphill on the way home. And we're not talking little hills. We're talking scary Seattle hills with a double not-jogging stroller. But I figured out that if I just go down the block I hit a Popular Running/Biking trail which I THINK is mostly flat, as it skirts a lot of the hillishness, and that's possibly our plan for today. We'll see. I have about six pounds of house selling stress-eating pounds to work off. SIGH.