Well, I have an update to my house hunting saga...and that is- Billy and I have found a place to live! We decided to live in the house he currently lives in--which has been occupied by 4 guys. They'll all be moving out by the time I get there in May, but that doesn't mean they haven't left their mark on my future home.
Let me give you a tour of the house: As you walk through the front door, you enter into the living room. You look over to the left at the glass coffee table that hasn't been wiped down in about 6 months and find it adorned with tobasco sauce and beer bottles. You glance at the hardwood floors that have never, to my knowledge, been cleaned in 2 years, and find it texturized with dog hair from a boxer. (This dog has the shortest hair imaginable--how does that thing even shed?!) As you walk past the living room into the kitchen, you find the art-deco whiskey bottles from 2 years of whiskey drinking on every counter in the room. These cannot be thrown away because men must prove that they drink whiskey regularly. Then, you pass the kitchen, go down the hall, and enter into the bathroom. It is simply decorated with beard trimmings that have been haphazardly brushed off the sink. The toilet paper is sitting on the top of the toilet, because putting it on the roll would be too sophisticated for the bachelor vibe of the house.
Then, walk back down the hallway, through the kitchen, and down the stairs to, what will become, the music room. Right now, there is a couch that has 6 hiking bags on it, a bag of formal wear that one of the roommates has been missing for about a year, wood pallates that have been left there to rot by another roommate, and a drum set, where Billy plays drums. Go back up the stairs, through the kitchen, to the back patio. The glass door to the patio is streaked 6 feet high with mud from the dog, who tries to claw her way back in the house when she feels her time outside is done. As you walk outside onto the patio, you feel the cool breeze of wind through the torn porch screen. You look out at the sunset as the sun rays beam down on the mud pathway the dog has created as her own personal racetrack. You stand there and take it all in...this could be yours one day.
I know this house has a lot of potential, but it's been hard to look at it through the lens of my future home. I can't help but walk around and look at the whiskey bottles and think- when will these go away? Or point out all the moldy food in the refrigerator and ask Billy when his roommates will clean it out. I know it's not my home yet, and I still have two months, but I can only hope that when I move in, it'll be like brand new.
If you want a real tour of my future home, I actually filmed my music video there last July! (I made them edit out all the nasty stuff!) Enjoy!
Sometimes I think I'm crazy. But sometimes, I think I know exactly what I'm doing.