In my family we talk about a lot of things we never end up doing. But some of the things we talk about we actually do. But not all. You may have noticed this in the quantity of stories I\’ve started and not finished.
One of the things that have been talked about a great deal is Moving. This discussion used to bother me whenever it was brought up as I did not wish to leave the house I was born and live somewhere far from Walmart and our church, but as time went by I began to see that we probably wouldn\’t be moving. Mommy also did not want to live on a ranch in Texas, even if the acreage was measured in square miles, or old chemical factory\’s, or giant mills, or old historical houses with infestations of lady bugs, or… And the list goes on.
So for the past few years when Dad would mention tracks of land available I would merely smile, nod my head, ask how far from Walmart, and forget about the whole thing. A few weeks later(or often sooner) the subject would be dropped. Once and only once did Dad actually make an offer and then it was just for a new building for our shop and all ended up coming to nothing. And so could happen again but this time…
We are not looking at remote locations or biohazardous wastelands or old mills, or… I can\’t even remember the rest. Typically though it\’s just large tracts of land close to no where. It\’s only been biohazardous wastelands twice or so. But I digress.
Today I rode with Mom and Dad in the car as we went to meet a real estate agent. Dad is looking very seriously at new building for our business and the looking is very serious up to the point that he is actually doing the paperwork for the offer and so forth. The wheels are rolling and I think we are closer to moving than we have ever been before. But, it is not the business arrangements that are making me feel this, oh no.
Back to meeting the real estate agent. We drove through a very elegant neighborhood up to very elegant high class house. It had a three car garage, next to an immaculately gorgeous golf course. We entered the beautiful front gateway into the most beautiful house I think I\’ve ever been in with the possible exception of the Biltmore and the palaces I toured in Europe (but not all of those). Every detail of the architecture was dazzling, and surprisingly a bit elvish in flavor which I naturally liked very much. The doors were archways and though the feeling of the house was not castle I loved it at once.
The master bedroom suite was magnificent. It had it\’s own sauna and exercise room. It had a HUGE closet with wood shelving instead of the standard white metal stuff. And that\’s just the beginning!
But what I liked was when I went up the elegant grand staircase and entered the bedroom immediately on the left and decided that that bedroom would be mine if we got that house. It had its OWN bathroom connected to it, and it only. The bedroom had a stunning view of a lake and trees on the golf course. And it was BIG!!! And the closet was possibly twice as large as mine, not huge, but ample. I liked it a lot. And in the large bonus room there was a video projection screen!!! I really liked that house. And Mom did too. And that is why we are closer to moving than we have ever been before. I\’ve never seen Mom so excited about a house. Well, not until we went to the next house on the list… And then the one after that.
In all we visited seven houses. While we were in it Mom really liked House Number 2. I loved it, it had a beautiful large bedroom with a closet that made the closet in house number 1 look like a mouse hole and the cool thing about that bedroom was that it was connected to a bathroom which was connected to another bedroom that had a closet that made the previous closet look small and as there were two other bedrooms upstairs those two bedrooms would therefore be MINE!!! MINE ALL MINE!!! I was ecstatic. True, the house wasn\’t gorgeous like the previous one and was the interior walls were painted a sickly yellow and the surroundings were pretty boring but heh, TWO HUGE CLOSETS!!! I loved it. And for a while Mom did too but it was not to last…
The next house we drove out on a road that looked like it was no where. Then we turned off onto a driveway that led us to a grand and castle like house. It\’s situation reminded me a bit of Wayne Manor though the approach much shorter, the house style was totally different and I don\’t think it had subterranean caves infested with bats, and the bat of course. Still, it was beautiful. And then… The real estate agent couldn\’t find the key! This beautiful castle like house that I was dying to know what my bedroom would be like in itand the key was no where to be found!!! It was quite an emotional experience. However the reason I\”m mentioning it is because something heroic (sort of) happened. We went around the back onto the lovely veranda and peered in the windows. The door to the screened in porch was open and we entered to look in those windows at the beautiful kitchen/dining/living/great room that met our eyes. We paused in front of the side door that led into the tantalizing kitchen. And there it seemed our journey would stop. With sighs of regret, tears of lament, and groans of utter despair we were about to turn and leave when the brave and heroic Elizabeth (Me) boldly reached forth her hand to the door knob, turned it, and found that the door was not locked. With such cries of rejoicing did we enter! With such outpourings of delight did we finally find ourselves inside that beautiful home! And, of course, it was all due to me!!! Muhahahaha
Um… Something weird seemed to have happened to that last paragraph. It seems to be overly dramatic. Anyway, after I found that the door was unlocked we went in. The down stairs was gorgeously beautiful. Very open and very like the Biltmore(A HUGE mansion of great elegance for those of you who don\’t know). In style. I liked it. True, the master bedroom suite didn\’t have a sauna or exercise room but it had his and hers closets of semi great magnificence.
Eagerly I rushed to find the staircase that would lead me to the upstairs bedrooms so I could find out what my room would be like in this house. I went up the charming little stair way that looked like it would be a great challenge to make a grand entrance from as it was tucked away out of sight and had a turn halfway up and wasn\’t positioned so that the descent could be noticed by anyone who wasn\’t standing directly in the hallway in front of the stairs.
Once I reached the top of the stairs I was pleased to find a charming little sewing room. However, as it was much to small to be my bedroom I went to the next room. It was a bedroom. I was not ecstatic about it. I went to the connecting bathroom. It opened into the hall. My face fell. I looked around. There was only a shower and no tub. I didn\’t like that. I looked at the closet. It was not what I would call large. I was disappointed and no longer was that house my favorite though it was still in the top three as we had only visited three. I looked at the large bonus room which was the only other room up there and thought \”No where is Andrew going to sleep?\” And the only logical answer to that was in the big bonus room which didn\’t have a bathroom and therefore he\’d be sharing with me and I didn\’t like that bedroom in the first place and NEXT!!!
And Mom LOVED that house! Oh how she liked it. And I think it was about then that I learned both she and Dad didn\’t like house number two (the one with the HUGE glorious closets) and they really liked house number three. Fortunately for me Mom had wisely packed some cheddar bunny snack crackers and I was therefore able to munch and prevent my blood sugar level from reaching a point where I would have burst into tears. Though really, I liked House number Three and if the upstairs had been what it ought to have been I really would have loved it.
The next three houses… Um, personally I think the less said about them the better. They were… boring. Most had glaring color problems. None had connecting bathrooms into the bedrooms! They all had a problem, and Mom didn\’t like them. We did breifly consider house number six but it was forgotten just as soon as Mom entered house number Seven.
At this point in the game I was desperate. It seemed like it would be house number three and I didn\’t like that bedroom! This was my last chance for a bedroom I liked!!! Quickly I darted about the house looking for the stairway up. House number three had a better staircase for grand entrances. This house\’s stair case was hidden behind a door in the back part of the house and it was only after I opened just about every other door in the house that I found it. But once I did, and once I climbed it, and once I saw what was at the top of it hope once again rose in my breast. For at the head of the stairs were two doors. One led to the storage room and the other led into a large room with it\’s own bathroom and large closet!!! I was delighted. Now that the possibility of having two bedrooms connected by a lovely bathroom was no more and I seemed doomed with an ugly bedroom I didn\’t like finding this place seemed wonderful. I really liked it and told Mom so.
Then I took another look downstairs with Mom. In one area of the were two bedrooms in kind of a nook of their own. Neither connected to the bathroom but there was a full bath there in the little hallway and it was kind of a separate are from the rest of the house. And both bedrooms had LARGE closets!!! So I decided I\’d trade with Andrew (Andrew wasn\’t there by the way and therefore had nothing to do with the arrangements). He\’d get the upstairs, I\’d get those two bedrooms and closets. One of the bedrooms would be furnished very elegantly and I\’d keep my real clothes in that closet and the other would be my \”messy\” room or craft room though still with a bed in it and I would keep my costumes, formal dresses, and wedding gown collection in that closet. I liked the arrangement as it still left me with a bathroom to myself. Not as nice as house number two but that house was now out of the picture.
By this time it was late and I was hungry. I was beginning to not feel well so after steering everyone towards the exit I headed towards the car while Dad did a last walk around the house. And guess what was growing in the undergrowth of the woods surrounding the house? Posion Oak!!!
On the way to the restaurant Mom began further discussion of House Number Three and what about Andrew and where would the exercise machines be as well as everything else? In the end this plan was mentioned. Andrew would get the ugly bedroom as he had to have a large bed being very tall and not able to fit on a twin size bed(I think he sleeps diagonally or something). The exercise machines would be in the common bonus room along with a bunch of other stuff. And that left me with the sewing room!!! The charming LITTLE sewing room… I was not happy. But I still clung to hope, Mom could change her mind yet again or we might not move or that ranch in texas might be for sale again or… Wait, there are delightful cheese fries in front of me with ranch dressing to dip them in and a glass of nice cool milk for me to drink and never mind about houses, Its time to eat!!! We had a good dinner at a restaurant on the lake. I was kind of being overly dramatic agian. I wasn\’t hugely upset about house number three but I wasn\’t very happy about either.
Then… It happened. After driving to see how far House Number Three was from the new shop building Dad was very seriously considering Mom decided to drive to House Number One and see how far that one was. It was four minutes closer. Once again Mom saw the charming neighborhood just like the ones she\’s enjoyed driving through for years. Once again Mom saw the beautiful grandeur of the magnificiant house. Once again I thought of the beautiful bedroom I liked in that house… And the video projection screen… And the upstairs refrigerator… And the beautiful veranda… And my own bathroom… And the beautiful view…And the beautiful decorating details… And… I quickly began mentioning all of these things to Mother along with just about everything else I could think of that might make her change her mind and pick House Number One as her chosen favorite.
Fortunately for me Mom was already leaning towards House Number One, it was four minutes closer than the other one, and she really liked it. We were presumably driving around to see what the area was like and Mom had Dad drive by that house, very slowly mind you, at least three or four times. We even stopped the car for a bit to look at it. So, in the end, when we finally arrived home it was House Number One that Mom was thinking about. It will be interesting to see what she\’ll be thinking about tomorrow morning. It will also be interesting to see what sort of bedroom I\’ll have six months from now… Will it be in House Number One, House Number Three, Somewhere Totally Different, or still in the same bedroom I\’ve been in for years in the same house I\’ve lived in since I was born in that house?
Anyway, there you have most of what we did today. Much was talked of but even now we still may not move. But then again… With the way Mom is talking, we just might. Mom really likes the idea of living in a nice elegant house. So, we\’ll see. Personally, I\’m glad it\’s house number one. I still love house number two but I think I\’d prefer house number one. I\’d really like house number three if it weren\’t for the fact that there really isn\’t room for both Andrew and Me in it, at least not comfortably. And… I think its bedtime for me. The decision is not up to me and everything is in God\’s hands.
Oh… That reminds me. While we were in one of the three houses I didn\’t mention much I was feeling tired, sad, and not very happy about the idea of moving. I was starting to worry when I noticed a picture on a wall. It was a Bible verse. I wish I could remember which one now but I can\’t. It had something to do about \”Let not your heart be troubled\” but I think it wasn\’t that one and went on for longer but it was very comforting and I felt that it was no accident I noticed it just then. It is indeed all in God\’s hands and he will take care of us. So now it\’s time for me to sleep and not worry.
Oh!!! I was nearly forgetting. Something wonderful happened tonight!!! After looking at the houses we stopped by the house of some friends of my parents. As we were leaving the lady of the house (Not going to mention names just in case she would mind having her name posted on the internet) came out and carrying an outfit. Mom got out of the car and the lady explained that this was given to a friend of hers who can no longer wear it and if Mom would like it and it fit her she was welcome to it. The important thing about this outfit was that it was made from a special \”ultra suede\” fabric, had cost $600.00 and looked it… I mentioned to Mom that if it didn\’t fit her perhaps I could try it on…
At home Mom tried on the outfit. The jacket fit almost perfectly but the skirt was on the snug side. So I got to try it on! The skirt fit me perfectly though the jacket was a bit loose but it was the first time (to my knowledge) I was wearing a $600.00 outfit so I smiled and pulled on my $25.00 boots that I thought would go with it and walked about like a fashion model and told Mom \”I\’m from Milan Dahling\” like Edna Mode might have said it. I had fun. And currently the very fashionable ultra suede matching jacket and skirt are in my room:) I think the outfit would match House Number One quite well and would be the perfect thing to wear when walking down that grand stair case. At least during the day time. Evening it would be time to pull out my formal dress and ball gown collection…
So someday, when it doesn\’t look like it\’s going to rain and its a special occasion I\’m probably going to wear a $600.00 outfit somewhere:) Oh, actually it will be more like $625.00 when you add my boots… I do have a pair of retail $95.00 shoes that I got on massive clearance for $15.00 but I think that this suit beats the shoes in eliteness:) I\’ve never yet worn the shoes, I think I\’m saving them for my wedding day as the match perfectly a dress I already have that I might possibly wear but isn\’t likely as I\’ll probably get a new dress instead of one I bought at the Thrift Store but the shoes but the shoes might match the new dress or some other outfit and… Something like that.
And now it really is time for me to go to sleep.