This is long but a good reflection of reality.

So. I thought that I would write that I'd been holding off blogging for a while for you guys, but then I checked and realise that I wrote a post two days ago. Not very much room for holding anything off there, I guess. But, I.. still do it for you guys?

I mean, the only thing that has gone through my head since like thursday, is THE HOUSE. GIVE ME THE HOUSE NOW! We've spent (yes, we. Because bf was a champ and fought his recurring low blood sugar that sets in every time we step into stores that does not contain electronics or is IKEA.) hours at the store looking through wallpapers and trying to decide what to choose and how to choose it. FINALLY, we've settled on the right wallpapers to match our chosen colours in the livingroom. Brown, muted purple and muted gold mothafakka's! It's gonna be so awesome that I nearly pass out just thinking about it. MUTED PRETTY COLOURS! Combined with our furniture and lots of lights and live candles and it's gonna be porntopia. Or, just a really cosy livingroom, whatever we feel like.

Also? Bathtub! Real bathrooms, and two of them! Choosing all colours by OUR choices and not after the landlords (which always means white or blue, yuck). Washing machine? Yes. Dryer? Yes. Dishwasher? Yes. Big, newly built patio? Yes. Four minute walk to a small beach with sunset view? Yes. Seven minute walk to a bigger beach with a sunset view? Yes.
Ability to redo the kitchen? Paint those cabinet doors! Small, easily maintained backyard with lilacs? Spring's not that far away.
A full size fridge and a full size freezer? Now we CAN make food for days to come and actually be able to store it somewhere!

Eeeeep! Now, what I DON'T look forward to is the actual move. Sigh or what? Moving furniture could be one of the most tediously painful things one can do, and the feeling one remembers is just a tidbit of how it actually feels when you're there, moving. Because of economics, we chose not to hire a moving company. I'll like start "saving up" for the next time now because I DON'T WANT TO CARRY FURNITURE AND BOXES FOR TWO DAYS.

Phew. This whole thing with the house is exhausting. Of course, mostly because I think about it almost 90% of the time without being able to do anything. All I can do right now and for two weeks more, is just to sit around in our apartment's disassembled livingroom and stare at the boxes. Which sucks.

Also, bf told his mom that we're moving to a little house and the first thing she said after he explained where and why we've moving was "Okay! So.. there's.. nothing else you want to tell me?" I mean, do one HAVE to be pregnant before moving into an awesome house instead of a leaky apartment? Psch.

I've been planning some rooms of my future house for years, being a interior decorating nerd, and so the day has come. The day where I can actually actually think about making that office space real with it's streamlined wall-to-wall desk with room for at least two people, the shelves on the walls and the pretty accentuating wallpaper behind it. The hidden lighting under the shelves that gives highlight to the awesomeness of the wallpaper and provides a friendly glow in order to lessen the contrast between the computer monitor and the surroundings.

And, the kitchen. Instead of boring, standard 90's white cabinets and drawers, it's all in dark wood. A big dining table in oak is combined with six stuffed chairs clad in some pretty fabric/leather. If the table isn't massive wood and cannot hold a sexual encounter, it's not good enough. The appliances are black instead of white and the tile is in some pretty muted colour that compliments the wood. A separate dining room is for later houses.

Mmmm.. My design-self is masturbating. Furiously yet passionate. Even more by the fact that bf thinks all of this is a great idea. I love that man.

The bathrooms will get worked on too, but in less invasive ways. Ripping out two four year old bathrooms isn't really an option or a necessity right now. The all-white tiles isn't something that a little paint and tile decor can't handle. Ahh. Impatient!





Edit: I should point out that all this is still a fantasy. That hopefully comes true soon! Mehe.