It’s been a wild week in the Cupcake household. We prepped for the “storm of the century” by:
- buying 4 gallons of water
- taking down the porch swing
- baking two loaves of the best bread ever
- doing laundry at 8 am today, in case the power went out
God help me if I’m ever in a real emergency. Perhaps I can barter some bread for a chainsaw and some Spaghetti-o’s.
In addition to stocking our survival kit, we also decided to buy a house. And sell ours, duh.
We currently live in a beautiful bungalow. I love this house. Really. Like, crying actual tears when I picture moving day kind o’ love. This house is the first place I’d lived in longer than a year since I was 13. This house is more than just a few walls- we’ve grown up here.
The husband has poured countless hours, blood, sweat, swear words, and gallons of paint into this house. We went bought it , it was sea foam green- he spent the entire summer perched on a ladder, listening to the Red Sox, painting it a much more palatable shade of blue. He took a sad, rental kitchen and turned it into a gourmet’s paradise.
Plus, I’m a house person. I get crazy attached to living spaces. The day I found out my childhood home was bulldozed to make room for a McMansion, I sobbed hysterically. I was gonna buy that house (in 20 years)!
The new house is great and will be ours as soon, hopefully. It’s small, too, but on a huge piece of property with a deck, dog run, basketball court (say what?!), and hot tub. We’ll make lots of great memories in that house and maybe even a baby or two.
So, it’s only fitting, that after a weekend of rain and wind and cleaning and packing and dusting and sorting (OMG we have a lot of crap), that I have a taste of something salty sweet on Sunday night. Something that packages my emotions so neatly into a 1 inch square of chocolate.
Probably going to need to stock up on a few more bars- there’s a whole lot of crying and country music headed my way over the next few months.
I’m such a sap.