Home > Rayne > Parting is such sweet sorrow…except when you leave a shithole.

Parting is such sweet sorrow…except when you leave a shithole.

February 17th, 2013
Shut up, I know we need a bed skirt.

Shut up, I know we need a bed skirt.

We moved!

No, really! Look!

No more ugly blue carpet. No more ugly blue and white sponge painted walls. No more children on the other sides of thin walls and ceilings keeping us from being able to live our life how we want to. No more asshole neighbors doing everything in their power to make us miserable.

And let me tell you…it is divine.

Everything is better here. Everything.

All the walls are white and the floors are neutral tones, so we can do, literally, what ever we want when we have the money to decorate. The landlord owns a contracting company, so every tiny inch is professionally done and looks beautiful. So when we decorate, it’ll just be decorating, not trying to hide crumbling walls, and ugly paint jobs. There are a couple of dings in the wood floors from the previous tenant’s dog, but nothing you notice without staring at the floor. If we decide to stay here past the first year, we’ll probably repair it ourselves. 

Our bedroom’s huge. The Cocoon now resides in a corner in there, rather than the living room. Part of the room’s added on and has a slanted ceiling, which reminds me of my bedroom when I was a teen, but this ceiling doesn’t slope nearly as much. I can’t reach the lowest side. Since it sort of cuts the room in half, I’m thinking of turning it into a nest-y nook with flowy sheer curtains at the corners, and fluffy bed stuff, and lace…just not overly feminine, so much as elegant and “I’m going to eat you, little girl.”-ish.

We have an eat-in-chicken (no whiffer furniture, though–100 cool points to the first person to name the movie) with plenty of space for us to cook together. It’s comfortable enough for one of us to chill at the table while the other cooks, but it’s adjacent to the living room, so we don’t necessarily have to. There’s tons of cabinet and counter space. Our fridge has an ice machine.

We’ve got a full-size oven and stove! We haven’t had a full-size oven and stove since…God, it’s been at least 6 years. It’s really nice to be able to cook every part of a meal at once, let me tell you.

It’s the little things, ya know?

Starry Night rendition by a local artist whose name we never got.

Starry Night rendition by a local artist whose name we never got.

Our bathroom is one of the biggest bathrooms we’ve ever had. The shower’s big enough for M and me to comfortably shower together, and have sex. It has a giant vanity sink/counter top, complete with massive mirror, tons of drawer and cabinet space, and vanity lights reminiscent of a stripper’s dressing room. And it even has a linen closet. Can you believe I haven’t had a linen closet since I lived with my mother?

The amount of storage space we have is insane. There are three full closets, one of which is in the laundry room…which came equipped with a year old washer/dryer set. And we have an attic that runs almost the full length of the house. There’s no basement, but I hate basements anyway.

Of course, the downside to all this extra space is that our living room’s a little smaller than the one at the old place, but it’s not “too small”, so we’re okay with it. And we’re both extremely excited about decorating it. I’ve been scouring the internet for living room sets we might like, and decorating ideas. I even created a Pinterest board to keep track of the stuff I find. I’m finding, as I get older, that if I don’t do this, I forget what I was looking at, and then get really frustrated when I see it again and can’t do it. Pinterest makes sure this doesn’t happen! Love!

Our backyard is pretty big. It’s got trees, and it’s fenced in. It’s mostly dirt already, so I won’t feel bad when I dig up the crabgrass to put in a garden. There’s no steps, though. When you walk out the back door, you have to step on cinderblocks. So that’ll be the first order of business. I’m thinking a nice patio would be awesome. And swings. We have to have swings.

The neighborhood’s relatively quiet, if you ignore the barking dogs in every backyard but ours. Figures a couple cat people would move into a dog neighborhood, huh? But we like dogs, and they seem to be barking because they’re happy, or they’re trying to talk to each other, and not because they’ve been left outside and ignored all day. I just hope the neighborhood doesn’t smell like dog shit all summer. And I’ll be doing my part to make sure it doesn’t by planting some yummy smelling plants.

But the best part, by far, is the landlord. He’s SO COOL! He’s this uber-manly, laid back kinda guy, who met us at the house in his (brand new) work truck, dungarees and Carhart jacket, his work boots covered in paint and sawdust. And he was smiling. The whole time, he smiled. I think that was the clincher. Nobody smiles in Schenectady.

The interview took 30 minutes. An hour later, he called us back and let us know he’d talked to M’s boss, was impressed by the reference, and wanted to meet us again as soon as possible so we could sign the lease. He knew our situation, and offered to take half a month’s rent for the first month so we could move in right then, but unfortunately, we couldn’t afford it. So he took money off what we paid when we started moving in on the 15th. And he told us to do whatever the hell we want with the house and backyard as long as we don’t lower the value.

You know what this means, right? LOTS OF PLAY TIME! Maybe I’ll even tell you about some of it.

Categories: Rayne Tags:
  1. dweaver999
    February 17th, 2013 at 19:33 | #1


    This is great news. Way to go.


    PS Uh, what’s a bed skirt?

  2. February 18th, 2013 at 10:34 | #2

    Rayne: Parting is such sweet sorrow…except when you leave a shithole.: We moved! No, really! Look! No mor… http://t.co/wl5pCf0b #slave

  3. February 21st, 2013 at 11:34 | #3

    @dweaver999 Thanks! We’re pretty happy. Re: Bed skirt – the thing that goes beneath the mattress and above the headboard and hangs down to the floor to hide the dust bunnies under the bed. Of course, we have no dust bunnies, because we just moved here and the house was SPOTLESS when we moved in. But that’s what it’s for!

  4. dweaver999
    February 21st, 2013 at 18:46 | #4


    We learn something new every day. I’m so glad you’ve changed digs; that old place gave *me* the willies, and I’m 10,000 miles away.

    BTW, did I mention that I’m getting married? In early March. Check out my Fet profile for details.


  5. March 2nd, 2013 at 17:48 | #5

    @dweaver999 You did not! Ohmigosh, congratulations!

Comments are closed.
%d bloggers like this: