Say hello to the front of our 1925 house.
Now say hello to the
fake front of the house (where everyone enters).
You know how sometimes when you have SO MUCH to say, you would rather just not say anything at all? That's how I feel. I wish I could skip what has been happening and jump into a mundane blog post. What's the point of having a blog then? I must record a few things because when I'm 54 years old and Eden asks me how I moved my family into a house 85 years old, no dishwasher, 2 bedrooms and a creepy leaky basement...I can answer with this brief post.
So far...we LOVE the house.
Glad to be renting though...because we are so broke...it's almost not funny. To say you have $10 in your savings account sounds absurd; we may or may not have that much. I'm not telling.
The house is roomy and open. Hard wood floors. Practically no closet space, therefore if we are not immediately using it...it goes in a tub in the creepy basement. We are literally one block away from an AMAZING park, a pond with a train around it, a FREE zoo and a small water park. All the streets have sidewalks (H
allelujah!! sorry Mississippi). It is flat and perfect for bike riding. The bus system is awesome. Purdue is infested with one-way streets. I am not a fan.
That's pretty much it. Everyone is super friendly, although I am homesick for familiarity.
I hope it comes soon.