Updated: Feb 19, 2021
Below my self indulgent launch banner and new logo, enjoy a short story of the odd timing of me starting this site, getting out of college housing, and squabbling over a fireplace.
The day I opened this website and started editing it for publication (which is not easy by the way) I was fired, and I decided to go back to school. I found out on February 11th that my roommate and I are moving from our college complex townhouse into a gorgeous 3 bedroom real grownup house before the end of the month.
So basically, dear readers, you are coming into my life at an exciting, if not chaotic time. Thank you for joining me. I couldn’t be more excited to have you. I will start with a thrilling tale of my chaotic week trying to secure our beautiful new house.
"In my head, that fireplace stood between me and moving into the house, passing the semester, and being able to look at myself in the mirror ever again."
When we toured the house, I got fully invested. I dressed up for the thing, wanting to look as nice as the clean, redone floor and walls did; like I belonged in a space meant for grownups. At ages 26 and 30 respectively, myself and my roomie, C, desperately want out of college town. Despite growing out of that environment, the entire process of looking for a house and applying to live in one felt like putting on an Adulting Costume that didn't quite fit me. But there I was, in my brand new eyelashes, wanting this new house so badly I could feel it in my teeth. My house-lust was so overpowering that I think the property management company has taken to memorizing my number and pretending to be on lunch when they see my name. I am capable of being the squeakiest of all squeaky wheels ever- which has its perks and downsides!
A self-indulgent selfie of how dressed up I got for the house tour
Fueling The Fire(place)
I’d been calling everyday about my house since we took the tour - it’s already mine in my head- with its cute fireplace, brand new fridge, beautiful yard with a fire pit, citrus trees, and a chicken coop. When I close my eyes, I’m already planning my herb garden. When we got the leasing documents, my heart soared, then immediately sank.
An amendment had been made to the terms of the lease; the fireplace wasn’t working. Admittedly, I overreacted; there may have even been tears, but the fireplace was make it or break it for us! But, like the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back, in my head, that fireplace stood between me and moving into the house, passing the semester, and being able to look at myself in the mirror ever again. Sounds reasonable, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too.
So after a lot of bargaining, still a few more phone calls that are definitely getting my name put on the Do Not Pick Up list, and hours spent pacing the floor, the fireplace won’t be fixed, but we worked out a deal, and we ARE moving in, and I hit my goal of packing my stuff and maintaining my straight A’s.
This blog isn’t always going to be stories of new ways in which I can go crazy every day, but I thought this one would be a fun way to start. To show my flaws, and how excited I get about even the small victories. To show you without beating around the bush about it how persistent, stubborn, reactionary, whimsical, and wistful I can be. Seriously, I was about to throw down to defend an herb garden I don’t even have yet. The second I plant it, you’ll find photos and details right here.
Until next time friends!
-Eliza, In the Trees