Tuesday, March 10, 2009
In the short almost 5 years that we have occupied our cute little bungalow, I have grown very connected to it. There is an almost secret club for people that live in bungalows. You come to learn about it as you settle into your home with its quirky architecture, sweet built-ins and sturdy moldings. It becomes a part of your identity. At least for me it has.
So it is very bittersweet for me to be leaving our bungalow, replacing it with a 1960's split level. Big change. Of course your priorities change as you become parents. The layout that I once loved has become my biggest annoyance. I thought it would be great for the nursery to be right off of our bedroom, with no hallway between. Convenient, maybe. But hurrying up the creaky stairs, holding my breath as I open their squeaky door and tiptoe through their room and sneak into our bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible and then fumbling through the dark to turn on the TV for some source of light has become a ritual I do not look forward to every night.
In the new house the boys will be able to each have their own room! What a heavenly prospect. And once they are in bed there will be no going into their rooms at night until they wake up at whatever time they decide for a mid-night diaper change and bottle. As much as I dread moving, I can't wait for things to be easier. It is amazing how a house can dictate your life.
Lately I have been standing in different rooms of the house almost saying my goodbyes. I'm getting teary just thinking about it. Despite the frustrations, I love our house. I hope whoever the next owner is loves it as much as I do and becomes a member of the secret bungalow club as well.
Posted by Mandy Ford