So, we’re on Day 2 of Moving which means that I’m running back and forth from our rental house to our new place, cleaning and flinging random odds-and-ends into boxes and trying to cram all that into our car but I’m finally starting to get excited.

I have plans. We’ve already painted a giant red accent wall around our stonework fireplace (much like the one at our old place) and we’re going to do the same old-Tuscan-style ragging effect around our kitchen and paint our bedroom that soothing light green color so we feel like we’re living in a tropical paradise. But I want to customize the crap out of the house. I want glass doorknobs everywhere (those things are EXPENSIVE at antiques shops) and we want to install a Dutch half-door on our front door (we might even hang a flower box off it) and we want to build an arbor out back and I want blooming-berry vines covering the brick parts of the garage and corners of the house and I want to turn the hill in our backyard into a terraced garden with tons and tons of veggies and fruits and, one day, I might even install aerialists’ ribbons from our huge vaulted ceiling and learn how to do all that like I’ve been wanting to for forever and… and… and…

We just have ideas, okay? Lots of them. And the freedom to do whatever we want to a house is both exciting and overwhelming. I mean, I can doodle Pearl Jam lyrics all over the walls if I want and no landlord is going to get mad at me! How cool is that?! (My husband may be livid but meh… that’s what primer’s for…)

But, for right now, we’re focusing on unpacking the three trillion boxes we have lying around and getting rid of the Thomas Kincade border in our master bathroom. Eughck.