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September 9, 2005
Living space
We're living in Maryland. With my dad.
This is both better and worse than it sounds. Better because my dad and I have always had an uncommonly close and easygoing relationship. Worse because we've put 5000 square feet of stuff into a 2400 square foot house. That's 3 adults, 2 kids and 3 cats, if you're counting.
The company doesn't bother me much, but the accomodations are slowly driving me insane. This house has seen better days. There are a lot of things that need to be fixed up, replaced or remodeled. The laminate on the kitchen counters is not attached. The wood around the front and back door frames is rotted out. The carpet in the living room is 15 years old, and it was the cheapest you could buy back then.
On top of that, my dad had planned to put on an addition. One that increased the size of the house by half again it's original size, and included a garage to boot. We moved up here a year ago, the addition was started soon after. Then the contractor turned looney. And I mean looney. Construction was halted before it began, although a large hole was dug in the front yard under the front door, the front door was screwed shut, and a doorway was cut in the original foundation to connect it to the new section. That's where things stopped.
Outside, I'm surrounded by 100 acres of beautiful fields, trees and forest. We have horses, hay to play in, trails to walk, deer to watch and a creek to wade in.
This should be an inconvenient house surrounded by a wonderous playland. But it feels more like a beautiful lonely cage.
Posted by me at September 9, 2005 2:53 PM