Easy Come, Easy Go

We are somewhat settled in The Estates (must think of a better name for this abode at some point, but for now, this works!), or as settled as we can realistically be when it’s only two weeks after moving day. There have been lots of changes, mostly for the better, and then some of the changes that I planned for got changed, so life is still a bit upside down.

The new house is truly a gem. We’re a bit hesitant to be very enthusiastic about it all just yet considering that we thought Matchstick Manor was pretty great when we moved in there and it was only after living there for a month or so that its faults, some minor and some not, started to become apparent and it went steadily down the smelly drain from there. It’s hard not to be happy with the new place though since it’s got so many nice extras and it’s built so well, so we just keep adding “so far” to all of our glowing compliments about it. I think we’re subconsciously waiting to discover some awful flaw that will tarnish our shiny new find.

The differences between this house and the last one are both amazing and huge. This is the kind of house we should have been living in all these years, but we couldn’t find one that we could afford to rent. I could go on for a few posts about it all, but the thing that’s uppermost in my mind today is the awesome separate studio I was supposed to have in the small house. Yep, you read that correctly: supposed to have. My shiny new studio has morphed into a much smaller attic type room in the main house that currently is so full of boxes that it’s going to be difficult to unpack and get organized. Easy come, easy go.

It’s not the perfect solution by any means, but here’s the thought process: GuitarGirl is in college now and has a job, and of course wants her own apartment. We’re willing to help out financially as much as we can while she is in school, but why on earth should we spend another $700-1000 a month to put her in an apartment closer to her job and her classes when there is a perfectly good separate apartment here on our property that we’re already paying for?

It’s not that I hadn’t thought about giving her the little house before, but it always felt like I was losing out on both ends: I’d have less studio space and I’d still be at her beck and call for transportation so where’s the benefit for me? It finally occurred to me about three weeks before the move that GuitarGirl will be 18 at the end of April, and at that point I’m no longer required to be her taxi. It’s called public transportation folks, and it seems pretty reliable here in Germany from what I can tell (and no, I don’t know that from personal experience, but the majority of the population uses it at some point so I figure it’s all pretty good). As I said, it’s not the perfect solution, but I’m willing to go for pretty dang close at the moment.

So here’s the current status: the computers are set up so we can all play WoW and LittleOne can do her schoolwork (though ITMan, LittleOne and I have our desks in one end of the living room instead of the studio now due to space constraints), the kitchen is unpacked so we can have decent meals (I’ll let you imagine which of those two things got done first! ๐Ÿ˜‰ —more on the fabulous kitchen later), the cats have decided that as long as mom is here and the food comes on time, it’s all good and they can relax in their new home, the furniture in the main parts of the house is mostly where it belongs, and Guitar girl is in her own house whether she likes it or not. Unfortunately we have a garage half full of “stuff” and boxes that need to find a home in the house or in our limited storage area before ITMan can park his truck in there, and my new studio looks like this:

New Studio

Well, that’s the part I can get to easily anyway, because it’s right at the top of these interesting stairs:

New studio--stairs

Yeah, those are going to take some getting used to. There’s a smaller space on the other side of the stairs too, but it’s full of boxes… *sigh* It’s going to be a busy month or two. But hey, my taxes are finally done and ready to file on Monday after I get one more answer from my friendly investment guy, and not a moment too soon. Life is good! ๐Ÿ˜€

12 thoughts on “Easy Come, Easy Go

  1. Ok I am so glad you are settled in! and WOW I wish I was your daughter lol ๐Ÿ˜› Been on my own WAY too long BUT I am awesome so it all works out ok!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ And those stairs are hella cool! ๐Ÿ™‚ And eventually guitar girl will get out on her own and you will have a bigger space and then she will realize how great she had it all along lol ๐Ÿ˜›

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    1. Hey Desi! Yeah, I would have loved to have a place like that when I was 17! Hopefully she will realize how good she has it at some point… ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Of course she will. It may take some time, but she will come to realise just what a gem of a place she has been given to stay in!
    That loft space looks as if it could be really useful once all theh boxes have been emptied. Hope that doesn’t take too long for you.
    It’s good to hear from you again, now that you have moved in.

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  3. I’ve missed you, and I’m glad you’re back. I think the apartment for GG sounds like a really fun space. She’ll see the advantages of it soon enough.

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  4. Are you kidding — she’s a teenager — she’ll never appreciate the genius that is a Parent until she’s at least thirty or is one herself (and no rush on that)! Just know that you’re right and it is the best and most financially prudent choice (you’ve got a fabric and quilt expo travel budget to protect, you know).

    You’ll settle in before too long (just think back to the last move) and get right back up to speed. But get some good lights for up there, quick!!!!

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  5. Oh, Nadine, I hate that you gave up your great studio. But I guess that’s what we moms do. She’ll appreciate it some day. I hate to sound like an old fogey (even though I DID walk 15 miles to school every day in the snow), but when I was growing up our family commonly charged a nominal rent to kids when they finished high school and had their first jobs. I paid for the privilege of living in an attic bedroom with good meals, and I rode the city bus to and from my work every day. Having a car–or apartment–of my own was out of the question until I married. You’re being more than generous, m’dear!

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    1. Oh Jane Ann, don’t I know it! It’s more than a bit distressing that things that were considered out of the question for previous generations have become commonplace and even downright expected by this one. And since it’s all expected, why should they appreciate it? It’s a sad state of affairs…

      I still feel like it was a good trade though, even though I’m the one in the attic and said attic is still full of boxes!

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