We moved into our “new” house about 5 years ago. It’s a great house with a big deck overlooking the backyard. Because of the way our neighborhood is configured, several of the one acre yards meet back there, so it gives the illusion of lots of space.
The house was close to 20 years old when we bought it, and the people who owned it before had taken good care of it, but a lot of the decor was original. It still is.
If you’ve ever bought a house, you know how it goes…you walk through and say “I’m not crazy about this wallpaper” or “that kitchen floor needs to be replaced.” All the while your realtor is trailing along behind you going “oh, those are just cosmetic fixes…they’re easy.”
Yeah…easy for him to say. We did have most of the house painted, but the wallpaper and floors…they’re still the same. As are the ceiling fans and 1980-style light fixtures (brass anyone?). I know they need to be replaced, I’d just rather take a trip.
The two weeks in Belgium and France in 2007 =a new tile floor in the kitchen.
Last summer’s week in Paris=new wallpaper in three bathrooms
A few days in the Keys in December=new endtables
Two weeks in England in June=carpet for part of the downstairs
The trip after that will take care of the rest of the carpet.
Given the choice between giving our money to Home Depot or American Airlines, we almost always opt for the travel.
I love going to the airport. There’s nothing like waking up on the morning of a trip and putting the last item in the suitcase. Double checking to make that the e-ticket, passport and necessary confirmation numbers are packed. Same goes for chargers, converters and that one last book/pair of shoes/sweater.
June 17 is my next departure. Two weeks on Pilgrimage. It’s a different kind of trip, to be sure. But different in a good way. Just 7 weeks. Let’s hope the wallpaper doesn’t start peeling between now and then.