There’s nothing more exciting than buying a new home, moving in and updating it to reflect your own personality. When Cam and I bought our current home a few months ago, we had visions of a beautifully manicured backyard with a vegetable garden and each room perfectly decorated to fit into the theme of that room.
The house was beautiful by itself, and it was the first house we viewed with our realtor. I had eyed it for months while we saved the down payment. When it was finally ours, we changed as much of the interior as we could. Repainting, redecorating, undoing the little mishaps from the previous owner who fancied himself a handyman (but was clearly not). We knew we were going to make the house even better than the previous owners.
As it turns out, it’s more like we’re “those neighbors.” With two large dogs, they’ve gnawed on the edges of the deck. We tell ourselves, “it’s ok, we were going to build a bigger deck anyway.” My garden didn’t last their desire to dig (even with a fence around it and a separate digging box for them). That’s ok. We will build a bigger fence next year. With the late summer and autumn rains, their muddy paws streaked the siding of the house. We just keep saying that we’ll fix and our home will be perfect. We have a beautiful patio right off the deck with a lovely fireplace. Until we moved there, I wasn’t aware that stones could be dug up from a patio with little doggy paws.
A month after moving in, I locked our cat in the closet and she clawed at the carpet. No worries, we need new carpet anyway, because the dog got sick in the hallway and that won’t come up. This morning, a huge gnawed hole in the carpet in our bedroom showed up. Hmm, I wonder which of our four-legged critters did that?
I also keep reminding Cam that if we had kids, it might be worse, with Kool-Aid stains, crayon drawings on the walls, or even more vomit-y stains everywhere. It could always be worse.
Now, I’m not saying we ruined the house. It’s still in perfectly livable condition. I’m just gonna say, we don’t really need that new carpet anymore. What’s the point of new carpet if our cats are just going to vomit all over it too?
We had an idea of what the home was going to be when we moved in, but really it’s just a little bit bigger than the house we just came from. It’s still a bit too messy all the time. We blamed it previously on the lack of space. Now we blame it on crammed schedules. The beautiful kitchen I have now rarely gets cooked in. I used to blame that on the terribly small kitchen we had at the condo.
Originally, we had the idea that the home would reflect our personalities, or maybe just the personalities we wanted. Keeping everything spotless, cooking all the time, having regular parties were all things we envisioned. In real life, we’d rather take the dogs on a hike or sleep in and read. As it turns out, our home reflects who we really are–two people who have better things to do than worry about how perfect our house looks.