Dishes… and a consideration of what makes me happy
I’m still living between houses… the realtor apparently could care less about selling what I want to buy (partly commission and status issues, I’m guessing), I don’t really trust the kids that are selling their house by owner, so I want a buyer’s agent or representation of some sort, and I’m living in a borrowed house that is for sale by the lazy agent in the interim. It’s wearing on me. Especially the house I’m staying in, because it’s 3000+ square feet. I hate it. If I don’t post for awhile, I’ve probably gotten lost in there somewhere. It’s not only huge though, it’s also cheap. Chintzy. Low grade flooring, things that are in poor repair… but not noticeable. It takes awhile to see little problems when they’re spread over 3000+ square feet, after all.
Living between houses has taught me a few things though. In the big house, I live out of a suitcase, a cabinet, and a drawer. I keep my clothes in the suitcase, my bed in a cabinet, and my food and dishes all in one drawer. And the longer I’m there, the more I wonder why I need much more than what I already have there.
Consider pots and pans. I thought I would buy a set of “nesting pans” that campers sometimes buy at fancy outdoor stores. Very nice pans. Light weight, and they all fit together, one inside the other, to save space. Crashing at the big house for two weeks, I finally realized I already have two sets of nesting pans. They aren’t new, but they are very good pans. And better yet, they won’t cost anything.
My wardrobe should be reduced a bit more, but I need to work a few more weeks before I’ll know what exactly I need and don’t need on my new job.
I haven’t missed anything else at the house I’ve been camping in except a space heater and some cleaning supplies. And my cats. Not even the computer.