Reactions to the New House (and Indy Livin'!) (2/2)

Friday, June 3rd:

It’s been less than twenty-four hours of unofficially (I say unofficially because though we are moved in, we are still surrounded by unpacked boxes and do not entirely have the feeling of being “at home”) living in the new house, and there’s nothing not to love, honestly – except for possibly the lack of cable and Internet, but that isn’t a permanent fixture and therefore does not count.

The most wonderful thing about living here is being so close to everything. As you may know, Jasonville (I can say that now that I no longer live there!) is a very small town, the closest “city” being Linton, the biggest attraction at which is probably Wal-Mart. Terre Haute, a college town housing ISU, was always our go-to for shopping and restaurants, but even on that front it’s rather limited – and was still about forty-five minutes away.

Compare that to here, where we are mere minutes from Target, Meijer, and my favorite (fast-food) restaurant, Chick-fil-A. We were able to go to Ivy Tech, get a few things for the house, and grab a bite to eat and still be home by twelve-thirty. That’s really good for me, considering that a relatively small outing like that can easily put me in pain, and at home if we were to go somewhere, I would have to spend over an hour in the car besides going grocery shopping, visiting the mall, or whatever. Here, if we are out somewhere and I start to hurt, we can be home in twenty minutes or less. It’s just the accessibility of absolutely everything, some things that we didn’t have anywhere near (our old) home at all. It’s freeing, somewhat, to not be holed up in a tiny, boring town all the damn time.

We also saw a lady walking downtown stop to randomly throw up in the grass by the sidewalk and then nonchalantly continue on walking. (Actually, my mom saw this and recounted it to me. If I had seen it, I might’ve thrown up as well. Seriously, who does that? Actually, in the Sims, when they’re nauseous from either pregnancy or bad food (or meat, if they’re a vegetarian), and they’re not near a toilet, they will vomit wherever they are standing. Then she and I briefly entertained the idea that all of us are living in a game of the Sims.)

Then there’s our house itself. It has three bedrooms, two of which are a bit small – but not any smaller than the bedrooms at our old house – one being my bedroom and the other one a spare. It also has two and a half bathrooms, which is insane for someone like me, having one to myself for the first time in my life (well, I had one at my old, old house, but under the age of thirteen, having my own bathroom did not really matter much). My mom and Jeff had a new bed, so I inherited their old one, which is a full size compared to the twin bed I’ve had my entire life. I’m not used to having all these things in a house – extra bathrooms, a fireplace, a huge bed, stairs (I’m having fun finding every way possible one can go up and down the stairs).

There are still several things we need to do before it feels like home (for me, that’s just having Internet, honestly), but there’s hardly been anything to which I’ve needed to adjust. It feels like a house I’ve always wanted to live in, a comfortable, fairly-spacious-but-not-too-big house, light with big windows, and a deck in the back. (There’s also two squares in the hallway painted with chalkboard paint, which is easily one of my favorite parts.)

I shall speak with thee (and post this) at a later date.

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