In 1997, we (the ex and I) bought a house from an "old" lady. i don't know how old she was but maybe not much older than I am now. The house was built in the early 60's and hadn't been updated in the intervening years.I couldn't understand how she had never updated but now, as my kitchen nears it's 26th birthday, I have become the old lady who doesn't update and I am finally starting to get the house I always hoped for.
One consequence of being married to an abuser was that he didn't want anything to be nice for us, didn't want to spend the money, would have a melt down if I ever dared get a tradesman to do anything.
Back in 2000 we replaced the very basic old kitchen but the walls were never painted. In the early 2000s I took the peeling floral wallpaper down from the bathroom, hoping that my efforts to help would make it easier for ex to do a fresh coat of paint. The bathroom was never painted, either.
After ex left, I had no money and then when things got a bit better I was unsure whether I should invest anything into the house but a few weeks ago, I decided I would do a small improvement every month.
The broken security screen door has been replaced, I bought a new door mat and then I took a bigger step: Yesterday the kitchen and bathroom were painted. I am so pleased. I wish I had done it before.
Lasy year I saw the Griffith Citrus Festival advertised but was unable to go. I made sure I was able to get there this year and I will head off in a few days. Between the time when i booked and now, I have lost the desire to go. It is unusual for me but I'm not looking forward to it. I feel like a six hour drive is too much, I want to just mooch around home and not make an effort but I have booked my motel and I have decided to go and I am hoping I'll enjoy it once I get going.
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