March 24, 2006
When you enter the front door you go through a door that only partially opens. Creaking up the stairs you pass walls patched with gray filler. The bathroom looks like a toiletry-laden bomb has gone off, exploding tampons, face cream, and toilet paper which no longer hangs on the toilet paper holder. The bedroom has had all the mirrors taken down, and the only reflection you can see is in the gray filled holes left behind. The kitchen is an obstacle course involving exploded cabinets, cardboard box jungles and paint cans.
Moving sucks.
Since this is a rental property we are making sure that anything we did to the house is repaired ten times over, as the company that manages rentals are complete wankers. We sued them successfully two years ago and are bracing ourselves for round two. In these houses, where there are no towel bars and toilet paper holders, putting one up means taking it back down again and making sure there's not a trace left behind. We are going to paint over every scratch and mark, but because the builder who fixed the place up five years ago used a different version of 'industrial magnolia'Â on every wall it pretty much means we are repainting every damn wall as we just can't find matching paint and can't be bothered to for every separate wall.
And that doesn't even include the cleaning. When we moved into the house the oven looked as though it had never even been used. After a few volatile Thanksgiving turkeys the oven definitely is going to have to be hit repeatedly with that caustic shit that burns your lungs and makes your hands itch.
This is a far cry to when I was a student-I remember filling holes with white toothpaste as then you couldn't see the marks. I never got a deposit back, either, but when I was younger the urge to flee was far greater than the urge to tidy up. There were some things I would walk away from money for.
I still think it's worth it although my approach has changed over time.
We get the house keys today. We get our dog tonight, after we make the first of what I suspect will be many IKEA runs (we just need some cheap storage for now, and we need to buy a single bed for Jeff. For the first time Melissa and Jeff will each have their own rooms, with their own dressers to store things they want to keep here. As Jeff and I walked through a marketplace in Nelson he saw a bi-plane made out of a Coke can, the propeller spinning lazily in the wind. He saw it and decided he just had to have it for 'his new room'Â. Naturally, I bought it and can't wait to hang it up for him.)
There's a lot happening. My 32nd birthday is one week (I am getting old and getting old faster than the rest of you.) There is so much to do and organize. Our phone lines (and broadband! Sob!) get turned off tomorrow, with the new lines turning on in the new house (hopefully) on Saturday. The broadband, alas, won't turn up for another two weeks. We're facing a dial-up household and this is a tragedy as dial-up is the end of the world. Plus since our office figured out that loads of their staff waste precious time on blogging they have effectively blocked every blogging tool and blog site, so getting to my blog may be tough for the next week-if posting is quiet it's because I have no access or I am trapped under an avalanche of fallen recycled cardboard.
I can't believe a bit over a week ago I was in New Zealand, and now we are facing The Big Move. The house that we love, the one we idly dreamt of. The garden begs for romps with the dog and cats, of hammock-swinging moments and al fresco sex. We have spent ages on the Dulux website planning colors for the house (it turns out my 'color wheel'Â is called 'Gentle Perfectionist'Â. The colors are warm blues, warm violets, and warm golds. It is pretty much dead on for the colors I love. I would love to paint the walls that color, I want to paint the walls any color but orange as nothing schitzes me out more than orange walls.)
Saturday will be spent at the new house getting it ready. We're going to paint two of the bedrooms which are currently covered in Laura Ashley vomit-colored chintzy 80's wallpaper. These, of course, must go. The bathroom currently only has a bathtub, we either have to rip it out to install a shower or find a way to add a shower to it (I will miss a bathtub very, very much) as the idea of showering by way of using a plastic cup under a running bathtub faucet does not appeal. We're ripping up the carpets in every room but one (indeed, the house has what I think is a typically English phenomenon-the bathroom is carpeted. This seems whole levels of unhygienic to me-how the hell does it ever dry out? What's growing under there?) One of the rooms upstairs has the poster child for 1970's shag carpet, and if I didn't think that the 70's were the scourge of the 1900's we might leave it but we absolutely hate that shit thus this carpet is going, too.
Underneath the carpets are the original wooden floors from when the house was built 100 years ago.
We can't wait to clean them up and let them shine.
The kitchen will be ripped up soon enough, and an extension, a conservatory, and many other things are planned. There's an original fireplace in the kitchen that has been covered over that I am desperate to reveal. The dining room will become my office and my already packed Family Guy action figures are just aching to be displayed next to my framed Czech Lost in Translation postcard, my kooky Kaikoura vase, my iDog.
The house will be ours in every sense of the word. The house we are leaving behind will not miss us although we will miss it-we are now moving 5 miles up the road and into another village. Our address is simpler and our garden is bigger but our hearts will always love the little village that saw us together as a couple-really together-for the first time.
Goodbye, Hartley Wintney. We will always adore you.
With Love,
Angus, Helen, Maggie, Mumin, and Gorbachev (friends call him Gorby).
(We bust Gorby out at 1530 today.)
(Puppies smell like Fritos.)
-H.
PS-Dear God, please let there be loads and loads of hot water in the new place. Thanks.
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