Now that I have that out of the way, let me tell you about my new home! Its beautiful! The inside is so spacious! After living in a residence with four levels and many small rooms and each area separated from another by a wall, the floor plan in this home couldn’t be any more perfect!
Upon entering the front door, to your right is a staircase down to a full basement, unfinished, but perfect for playing or working out when its too cold to be outside.
Forward from the front door, on your left is the door to Kev’s bedroom, which on the floor plan is labeled as the “lifestyle room.” Following that is the door to the bathroom, as big as my current bedroom. In the bathroom are the normal bathroom fixtures, plus a washer and dryer tucked in behind the bathroom door. Wow. Further down a short hallway is my bedroom. Its not particularly large, but certainly larger than my current one. The closet doesn’t look like an afterthought, like the one I’ve got now. Its likely larger than all the closet space in this home combined. My bedroom has a door connecting it to the washroom; never in my entire life have I known such luxury.
Back to the front door; to the right, after the stairs to the basement, is the kitchen, dining area, and living area. The floor plan is open, no walls blocking the view from one area to another. There is a large ‘island’ between the areas which contains the sinks and dishwasher. Dishwasher!! I didn’t even know this place came with a dishwasher, another bonus. I’m not sure how often I will use it, but its there. The fridge is huge and clean and fairly new, the stove is one of those new-fangled flat top stoves. I’m in heaven. I wanted a large kitchen, and I got what I wanted, plus some!! Rather strange, considering I’ve always claimed to hate cooking.
The living area is larger than my entire first floor here which contains kitchen/dining room and living room. A large picture window faces the back yard and beside it is a single door going out onto the deck, where I anticipate placing the barbeque that I am hoping to purchase in the summer.
There is a playground within walking distance, and I’ve been told that there are three RCMP living within a block of my place. I believe its a ten minute walk to shopper’s drug mart, and a fifteen or twenty minute walk to my VBF’s home. A 24-hour gym is also just a ten-minute walk away, but that isn’t as important to me as the others.
The home is relatively new, only two years old, does not have trees in the yard as it is in a new development. That provides me with a clear view to the west which is where most summer storms come from. Perfect photo opportunities!
All in all, I am quite pleased with my choice, especially when I consider some of the other options available. And that will be another post.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
SCARED AND WORRIED
As you all may or may not have gathered from previous blogs and/or Facebook, I’ve found a place to live in Steinbach. This has been on my radar since October or November, and I’ve been eagerly waiting for the time day when I could say “we’re moving on such-and-such a date.”
Now that I’ve got a place and we’re moving at the beginning of March, suddenly I’m nervous, worried, scared, and experiencing many other emotions I wasn’t expecting. Since I’ve taken the step of by signing a one year lease and making the initial deposit, my psyche just wants to curl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb. Suddenly I’m not so brave and courageous after all.
The ‘what-ifs’ that never entered my consciousness prior to this are coming out in hordes today. What if I can’t afford the rent? What if I can’t get a job? What if I hate it? What if I’m lonely despite living near friends and family? What if I have unwelcome company every night just because I’m closer to people I know? What if things don’t work out as planned? What if I change my mind?
There are so many ‘what-ifs’, but each has a logical answer. If I can’t afford the rent, when my one year lease is up, I find a cheaper place. Since nurses are always in demand, I’m not too concerned about getting a job in Ste. Anne or Steinbach. If I absolutely hate it, I can move back to the city after a year. If I’m lonely, there’s a good possibility that I’m to blame. After all I have two families now! If I have unwelcome company too often, its time to set limits with the unwanted guests. If things don’t work out, Winnipeg will still have a home for me. If I change my mind, again, I can move back to the city.
Logically, the fears are quite unfounded, but the worrier in me is working overtime today. Damn that worrier! I’m making every attempt to keep myself busy so my brain can’t keep up its continual commentary on what could all possibly go wrong, but thus far, my attempts have been unsuccessful.
Now that I’ve got a place and we’re moving at the beginning of March, suddenly I’m nervous, worried, scared, and experiencing many other emotions I wasn’t expecting. Since I’ve taken the step of by signing a one year lease and making the initial deposit, my psyche just wants to curl up in the fetal position and suck my thumb. Suddenly I’m not so brave and courageous after all.
The ‘what-ifs’ that never entered my consciousness prior to this are coming out in hordes today. What if I can’t afford the rent? What if I can’t get a job? What if I hate it? What if I’m lonely despite living near friends and family? What if I have unwelcome company every night just because I’m closer to people I know? What if things don’t work out as planned? What if I change my mind?
There are so many ‘what-ifs’, but each has a logical answer. If I can’t afford the rent, when my one year lease is up, I find a cheaper place. Since nurses are always in demand, I’m not too concerned about getting a job in Ste. Anne or Steinbach. If I absolutely hate it, I can move back to the city after a year. If I’m lonely, there’s a good possibility that I’m to blame. After all I have two families now! If I have unwelcome company too often, its time to set limits with the unwanted guests. If things don’t work out, Winnipeg will still have a home for me. If I change my mind, again, I can move back to the city.
Logically, the fears are quite unfounded, but the worrier in me is working overtime today. Damn that worrier! I’m making every attempt to keep myself busy so my brain can’t keep up its continual commentary on what could all possibly go wrong, but thus far, my attempts have been unsuccessful.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Quick Post . . .
Hey, just letting you all know I haven't left the blogging world, I'm just stuck without internet access. Apparently I used up 500 MB on my Roger's contract this month. And the guys I bought my phone from said it wasn't physically possible to use that much in a billing cycle. Ha!!
So some super-quick updates:
Jen is still in Quebec and is doing very well and is happy there. We talk only when she wants to talk.
Kev has asthma, and now it appears I do as well. My doctor says there is no such thing as adult onset asthma but there is a small chance that he may be incorrect. Yes, I am a nurse and I am saying that a doctor may be incorrect. Doctors are not infallible, you know. Nor are nurses, for that matter.
Princess is still looking for a home; he is on a waiting list for a no-kill animal shelter on Portage Avenue. And its gonna cost me a small fortune to 'give' him to the shelter.
And the best update is that we have found a place to live in Steinbach and will be moving shortly after March 1. Likely the following weekend on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. We would move earlier, but I think I am working that week. Only four more weeks to go!!
Those are my updates.
I am at work right now, more than halfway through a night shift, almost time for break now, and then it'll be time to go home.
Rachel is at my place, sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor. If she hadn't so kindly agreeed to do this, Kev would be sleeping at the babysitter's place. And, not that its a bad thing for him to sleep there, but I just think that its better for him to sleep at home as much as possible, and to have his life disrupted by my crazy-ass work schedule as little as possible.
Kev and I were out in the country to look at houses and visit everyone yesterday. The best time was when we had supper at Orlando and Luanna's. I can't remember when I've laughed so hard and so often. The funniest thing was when Kev was putting farmer sausage in Great-Grandma's tea. I thought I might wet my pants from laughing so hard. And she just calmly fished it out and gave it back to him. The conversation around the table was nearly as colorful as some of the conversations we have at work sometimes. Fun times.
Anyhow, back to work.
So some super-quick updates:
Jen is still in Quebec and is doing very well and is happy there. We talk only when she wants to talk.
Kev has asthma, and now it appears I do as well. My doctor says there is no such thing as adult onset asthma but there is a small chance that he may be incorrect. Yes, I am a nurse and I am saying that a doctor may be incorrect. Doctors are not infallible, you know. Nor are nurses, for that matter.
Princess is still looking for a home; he is on a waiting list for a no-kill animal shelter on Portage Avenue. And its gonna cost me a small fortune to 'give' him to the shelter.
And the best update is that we have found a place to live in Steinbach and will be moving shortly after March 1. Likely the following weekend on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. We would move earlier, but I think I am working that week. Only four more weeks to go!!
Those are my updates.
I am at work right now, more than halfway through a night shift, almost time for break now, and then it'll be time to go home.
Rachel is at my place, sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor. If she hadn't so kindly agreeed to do this, Kev would be sleeping at the babysitter's place. And, not that its a bad thing for him to sleep there, but I just think that its better for him to sleep at home as much as possible, and to have his life disrupted by my crazy-ass work schedule as little as possible.
Kev and I were out in the country to look at houses and visit everyone yesterday. The best time was when we had supper at Orlando and Luanna's. I can't remember when I've laughed so hard and so often. The funniest thing was when Kev was putting farmer sausage in Great-Grandma's tea. I thought I might wet my pants from laughing so hard. And she just calmly fished it out and gave it back to him. The conversation around the table was nearly as colorful as some of the conversations we have at work sometimes. Fun times.
Anyhow, back to work.
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